A/N: I know this may make little sense at first but I try okay? I'll have time marks to tell you about a time laps and blah blah, so on with the story then. Well you know how it goes…. Well if you don't oh well… SPOILER ALERT! This takes place near the end of the Main Thieves Guild Quest line. You've been warned, please keep hands feet and any other body part in the ride at all times, I can not be held responsible for any injury sustained while on this ride. Seat belts everyone, now have fun! *waves*
Disclaimer: If I owned it you'd know. So obviously I don't.
Oh and just to clear things up, Loki is Brynjolf's protégé. The Dovahkin.
Title: I Dream Of Only You
Chapter Two: Hopes Denial
(Out side of Snow Veil Sanctum, Dovahkin's (or Loki's) view)
"Shh, Girl I'll be right back, you'll see."Loki whispered to the nickering horse that currently tossed its head in discontent, Loki's gentle hands drifted over her neck as he shushed her again. The black mare was slow to calm, she even pawed the ground turning over the few inches of snow, Loki pulled her reins to him, running a hand up the soft muzzle, "Shh, be still, Blackmane, its okay girl." Finally the horse relented. Nickering at him again and bumping his shoulder softly with her nose, she quitted. He left her down by the trees in case she was attacked, or someone tried to steal her.
Loki still had to trudge up the snow covered hill to the waiting Barrow, Mercer would be waiting for him there. He quickly thanked the Nine that he'd worn his light Guild Armor for this trip. He'd left during the night were as Mercer had gone on to the Barrow in early morning, getting a good head start.
As the Dovahkin drug his miserable self to the crown of the hill were the dark burial crypt waited, he felt a sense of foreboding when Mercer stepped out from its shadows. Loki had to stop himself from drawing his twin Ebony swords, and sneering at the Guild master he hated. Loki had always from the first day he met the guild Master, hated the man, he didn't feel like he could trust him.
"Glad your finally here. " Mercer groused, and Loki kept his face calm, and Mercer continued on, "I've scouted out the area and think Karliah is still in the ruins." Loki was concerned; this Karliah seemed like a smart girl, so how did Mercer have the smallest clue as to where she was? Oh right, Loki lead him to her. Damn.
But it was the whole Guild that wanted Karliah brought down not just Mercer, so Loki kept doing his jobs, for the sake of the Guild… Brynjolf… Gah! Mind clear, no dirty thoughts, I don't need this happening! Not now! Loki screamed in his head, he really didn't need this happening now.
"You've seen her?" Loki asked finding a way to distract himself. Mercer cackled in an unsettling fashion, his eyes shining a disturbing joy.
"No but I found her horse, let's just say she won't be using it to escape." Mercer cackled again, Loki kept his sword sheathed, barely. He couldn't believe he was starting to hate Mercer even more. What the poor horse do? Loki grumbled in his head, trying not to just stab Mercer.
"Let's get to it, take the lead." Mercer said waving a hand toward the ruins. Loki was shocked and not happy about having the slippery man behind him, but nonetheless ventured into the ruins. Mercer somehow managing to unlock the burial crypt's door, Loki was again shocked. For some reason, Loki was beginning to feel that Mercer was hiding something, and that this endeavor would not end here but rather it would end far from the crypt in a deep pool of blood hate and tears in a place were shadows were not the darkest blackness you could find.
If only he had known.
After fighting a number of wandering undead, and disarming, dodgig, and sometimes tripping the traps because he had to, they came to the puzzle door. Without a matching claw, Great, but once again Mercer opened the impossible. Loki stepped forward only to hear the hiss of a flying arrow too late to save himself. He fell to his knees then onto his side, not being able to control his movements any more.
Loki had laid in shock, with the arrow dipped in a paralytic poison lodged in his shoulder, after taking the blow for the traitorous bastard, Mercer. He was forced to lay on the ground unable to move, as Mercer revealed his treachery, knowing what his fate would soon be if Karliah didn't kill Frey first.
As Karliah disappeared into the shadows of the crypt Mercer walked back to him, just to gloat, but his finale words were what really struck and hurt the injured man the most. It wasn't the now revealed treachery, but those blood chilling final words. Loki found himself wishing Karliah had aimed for his heart instead of a shoulder.
"… and this place becomes your tomb, don't worry, I'll send Brynjolf you regards." Mercer sneered down on him before plunging his favored Dwarven blade, that stole the life of those it made bleed, into Loki's venerable side.
Loki felt the blade stealing his life energy as his vision blurred and faded out. He could feel the blood well up from the deathly wound as Mercer wretched away the blade striding off laughing manically. And he could feel his heart shatter into millions of splintered shards.
As he lay in a pool of his own blood, Loki cried into the blackness surrounding his mind, No! I can't die here… not like this. I haven't even told Brynjolf… The blackness that had stolen his sight was quickly gaining his mind, but before he fell into the Abyss Loki could see a mental image of the skilled Nord thief smiling wickedly as Loki completed his first job… That alluring face, framed in fire red hair, shining joy onto the damaged Dovahkiin, with that one smile Loki had found hope.
Now he was dying so far away from it. He cried again, but this time aloud, "No." As the weakly said word of denial echoed in the damp halls Loki finally closed his sightless eyes.
A/N: okay I'll break this chapter in half adding a forth chapter to the story… *sigh* Darn my over active imagination that must torment my waking hours! No literally I'm still up and wish I was sleeping but I can't cause the plot fuzz ball won't shut up! Please review and let me know how I'm doing, I'd appreciate the support and incentive to continue cause I stayed up ALL NIGHT just to give up this new chapter. Well a non-existent fan base this chapter any way sense no one really leaves me anything to go on. If you like this please at least say so in a PM, I need the support to know the crowd is taking to the story or not, you know? Please!?