"She's probably all weepy," Blaze snickered, kicking her feet up on the arm rest of the throne of Asgard, "I'm betting she kissed his corpse goodbye. That seems like an idiotically Midgardian thing to do."

She stuffed another sweet treat into her mouth and let the crumbs fall on the polished floor. Then she looked up at her conversation partner and smiled at him, her mouth oozing half chewed pastry.

"Don't look so glum. You got what you wanted, didn't you? I just need you to do one thing for me and then I'll be gone forever. I promise," she laughed, "Come on now. Don't tell me you've lost your tongue now. You always have such fun things to say and now you're shut up tight? How boring."

She sighed and ate another pastry, licking her fingers. If her companion continued like this then she knew she'd grow more and more irritated until she did something rash. So, she supposed it was best to set the task and then move on.

"Alright, here's my request: kill my father," she leaned back comfortably and grinned at the image in her head, "Make it nice and messy. Or execute him if you feel like it! I don't care. Just end him. Then I will leave your precious Asgard alone. How's that sound, kingy-poo?"

The old man shook his head and Blaze threw a small fireball at his feet. He was quick to stomp it out, but not before it singed his robe.

"C'mon Odin," she tossed another fireball, "What do you say? Kill Lord Tyr for me? He's already causing quite the hubbub with your people. You wouldn't want people to think you're weak, or worse," she gasped, "Sentimental!"

"And what does killing Tyr do for Surtur?" He finally spoke up, voice tired.

"Absolutely nothing! In fact, I might even get in trouble for it. Just do it, hmm? Kill him and all of your troubles will be over. I'll never come back to Asgard, I'll never mess with Midgard again if I can help it - nasty place, and I won't even send you a letter!"

"Fine," he waved his hand, "Consider it done. Now leave my kingdom."

"Righto," she winked and stood up, "Send me one of his fingers when you've done it. I want to make the bones into a necklace!"

"Barbarian."

"Snob."

Blaze snorted with laughter and left the throne room. That had been another one of her requests: to give orders while sitting on the throne of Asgard. Making a mockery of the place that had never accepted her. The very seat Odin had sat in when he'd banished her. How fun.

"Oh and Odin?"

"What?"

"That's a lovely eyepatch!"

"Get out."

"Goodbye, princey."

Maisy snuggled into the armchair in her room at the Tower and used the little dagger from the goodbye box to open the letter Loki had left her. She'd given Linn the letter addressed to her already and the teenager was crying over it in the other room. It was hard for Maisy not to read it even though it was meant for her friend. She felt like every word he'd written about his death belonged to her.

So, she settled for her own letter and braced herself.

It even smelled like him once she'd taken it out of the envelope. The leather and soapy smell she'd grown so familiar with.

Dearest Maisy,

How to start this letter? It was my idea to make these boxes of farewell and yet, for once in my life, I am at a loss for words.

Perhaps I will start by saying that I love you. Under the circumstances that will probably only make you cry, though it still confuses me that anyone would cry over my death (apart from Thor of course, he is a fountain of tears). I apologize for upsetting you, darling.

Is it alright that I call you "darling"? I never dared to use pet names to your face seeing as Egil always called you "love". He said it so condescendingly, I would only ever call you "darling" with the utmost sincerity. You know I would never try to hurt you. And yet… here I am, writing a letter to apologize for hurting you by leaving.

I am sorry. Particularly if I did not get the chance to say any of this to your face before I left you.

So, what do I want to say? Even I do not know and I am the one writing this damned letter. I've already wasted my "I love you" in the first three sentences. I ought to also say "thank you". For what? For putting up with me of course, darling. I know I am not easy to be with. Thank you for making every moment I've spent with you the best moment of my life. Except when we're fighting, obviously. But even then I love you. Or rather, loved you. We must get used to speaking of me in the past tense.

Unless, of course, I am faking my death. Double check with Thor to make sure this is not the case. Although, he has been fooled by this before so perhaps check with someone more reliable. Heimdall ought to tell you.

If I am faking my death you have every right to slap me if you see me again.

If I am truly dead then I suppose this is my goodbye to you.

You may be wondering what in the nine realms you will do without me, and I don't blame you. I am so wonderful it will be difficult, I won't lie. But know this: you are strong. You are brave. You make friends wherever you go and you will not be alone. I cannot tell you what to do, but whatever path you take will work out in the end. I know it.

All my love because you hold all of my heart,

Loki

She almost couldn't read his name because a tear landed on it and smeared the ink.

A note from the author: I promise we'll get to happier parts... eventually! You know me, I like to drag out the drama and the angst. I'm a meanie like that.

Thank you to everyone who has read/followed/favorited!

Special thanks to my reviewers:

MetallicarBaby: I hope you enjoyed the new Joker movie! Was it good? I want to see it, but I'll probably have to wait until the library gets it and then smuggle it into my house to watch because my whole family keeps saying how stupid it looks and I'm over here like "but I wanna see it". So... yeah. Thank you for protecting me from potentially murderous readers lol! Don't worry, we'll have a big party in the PFoD when things get happier. If I'm invited... ;)

QueenBookDragon: Aw shucks! I'm attached to you guys too. :) I dunno what I'm going to do when I finish this story!

Guest: I'm sorry to make you feel like the sad taco vine instead of the happy taco vine. I have been trying to think of a vine that would be an appropriate response to "I can't believe you've done this", but alas, the brain doesn't want to work right now. XD

Ninja Squirrel: I'm actually pretty proud of how the plot turned out, lol. If only I could plot non-fanfiction books as well. :P Oh well, maybe someday! Also, what you said about good characters stubbing their toes kinda makes me want to write something where someone stubs their toe and someone else waaaay overreacts. Hmm... I'm thinking some thoughts for short stories now.

I hope all of you have an excellent Monday and I will hopefully post again sometime this week, maybe Thursday. :D