Pleading
Summary: The wound is great. The tired look and smile Loki gives him as the life begins to dull aches at Thor. He pleads with him but it's already fallen upon silent ears. It's time to go and say the last words.
Warnings: AU, Major character death, pre-slash
Loki move on instinct as Malekith about to strike Thor down. The spear goes through his body making him spit out blood. He can feel that no magic will save him.
"LOKI!" Thor's voice echoes but it sounds more white noise to the raven.
The raven falls on his knees and gaze at the dark elf before moving his hand with the bit of Seidr to break Malekith's neck before the pain affects his vision. He feels himself falling back. A tired smile graces his lips.
Now he manage to avenge his mother. 'I'm sorry mother,' Loki thought gazing at the sky above as drops of rain falls. Is it her sign of forgiveness?
"Loki, brother please hold on," Thor's cries seem to fall on death ears.
Loki can see the watery blue eyes looking down at him.
"Thor," He croaks grinning a little as the blond chokes a laugh. "I'm….sorry brother. I love you."
"Aye don't talk so," Thor said pushing the messy locks aside knowing his brother won't leave the bloody grounds he's lain on.
"I do," Loki replies lifting a hand to touch Thor's cheek his smile soft and wistful.
"Please don't," Thor pleads.
The wound is great. The tired look and smile Loki gives him as the life begins to dull aches at Thor. He pleads with him but its already fallen upon silent ears. It's time to go and say the last words.
"I love you to Loki," Thor whispers not hearing the soft gasp of Jane in the distance as she takes in Loki's wounds ready to help but it's too late.
Loki takes his last breath with a genuine laugh that warms and breaks his heart. A last gift his brother gives him.