Arthur panted heavily, holding his stomach as a bloody axe fell from his hand. He crumpled to the ground, gasping in pain as his duster was coated in his blood. Glancing to his assailant, he was sure that he'd take the bastard to Nidhoggr with him. The body was headless, blood pouring from the stump. Her head sat on a small patch of moss growing within the city limits. Arthur smirked at the bastard's face, so angry and scared at the retaliation that Arthur had unleashed after disarming the woman.
Movies always glorified the act of being wounded mortally, action movies being the main culprit. The act of surviving the initial blow of an axehead that nearly tore you in half was far different than being able to fight on through said wound. Sif just thanked the allfather that he had enough fight within him to disarm and take the fucker with him.
There was...one last thing that he had to do before he passed to Valhalla or Helheim. He was bleeding out, but if he couldn't spill his heart out to the one person that he loved most in life, then he wouldn't be at peace...
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, his vision began to become hazy. No...not now... The phone's screen came on, light shining upon the german-icelandic man. Icelandic appeared upon the screen, his native language telling the time. Four in the afternoon...
He began to dial a Japanese number into the device, yet he groaned in pain with each tap. His consciousness was slipping...he had to do it.
It rang. It continued to ring. Thrice did it ring before the other end did pick up.
"Arthur?" A feminine voice came across the line, honeyed in tone. She seemed worn out, and Arthur knew why. She worked in retail...
"H...Hi, Izuna..." Arthur's voice came out dragged and weak. "I...I...just wanted to say that...I love you. I appreciate every...thing..."
Arthur audibly groaned in pain as the adrenaline began to die down, his breathing coming out pained, ragged, and shallow.
"Babe? What's going on?"
"Not...time left. I...I wanted you to know that I love...you with all my heart. I ap...appreciate everything you've...done for me since I came to Japn-" Arthur cried in pain as a lone rat began to lap his open wound. "F-fuck, that hurts...get..."
He slapped away the rat, before mustering the strength to speak again. "I...I hope you live a wonderful...prosperous...life. I hope you find someone else that makes you happy, as I have fail...failed you...I'll-"
"Arthur? What's going on?" Izuna became far more stern, her worries met with the loud thud of a phone being dropped.
"I'm sorry..." Arthur murmured, the life draining from his amber eyes. Blood trickled down from his palm, coating his phone in the crimson fluid.
Hours passed after that moment, and many people have came to the brutal scene. Izuna was amongst the people, forcing her way through the crowd and police, trying to awaken the corpse of a man since long dead...
News about the murder and grieving widow circulated, yet no one dared to disturb the woman in her time of grief...
And so, Izuna Sigurdsön, a woman in her late twenties, married to an honest man with a kind soul that lead a dangerous lifestyle, held the lifeless corpse of Arthur Sigurdsön into the waining hours of the night.
And Arthur's spirit thought that's all that mattered... That he saw the love of his life grieving over his murder after saving countless individuals. Valhalla had a spot for him, and even if it didn't, then he was at least guaranteed a seat in Helheim...
"Ow!"