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A/N: Yes, another! I blame everyone who put a story alert on this to try to guilt me into writing more. Lol well it worked! I did not expect so many and hopefully this satisfies you for now.

"No, Loki."

And he let go of Gungnir to accept his fate.

~~0O0~~

Pain is the first thing Loki feels. Falling through the void is very excruciating and the black velvet seems to tear at his skin like knives. It scorches his skin and rips his clothes as he falls into oblivion. The stars blind him as they whip past him, burning him when he crosses their paths too closely. Even with his skill and magic it isn't enough to ease the agony or stop his rapid descent into the abyss.

"No, Loki."

Yet, this is nothing compared to what he felt when Odin spoke those two words. Nothing compares to the look of disappointment in Odin's one remaining eye. Loki wonders that maybe if he had had time to explain then the All-Father would have understood his plan. That maybe he would see the brilliance of destroying Jötunheimr!

"No, Loki."

But it's too late now. He cast himself out after seeing the All-Father's look of rejection. That was all he could focus on as he fell. He barely heard Thor's cry of disbelief. The longer time weaves around him the more he believes that maybe this is his destiny. Maybe he is meant to die in the nothingness between the worlds.

He gasps when something hard slams into his back and pain lances through him. Blood fills his mouth and nose as the harsh impact breaks several bones and skin. He screams as emptiness tears around him faster sending him through molten rocks and frozen islands.

Then it all stops.

Loki feels gentle feathers fluttering around him trying to brush his tears away. The presence soothes his fear but the voice trying to keep him awake sounds so far away. The dull buzzing in his ears make it difficult to listen, hard to focus on the being before him. The low whisper he does hear comforts him because if he dies then at least he won't be alone.

~~0O0~~

No light.

There is no light and he feels blind. The darkness is so thick he can't distinguish the shapes around him. 'This must be the end', he thinks. It's freeing to know he is no longer trapped in the world of Asgard,

no longer worrying over the sadness he causes Frigga,

no longer hidden in Thor's shadow,

and not longing for Odin's love.

Someone moves him, running fingers over his closed eyes, "Wake up."

Loki shakes his head because he's dead and the dead don't wake up.

"What's wrong with him?" A different voice asks from his right. Before the first voice can answer another voice speaks from his left.

"He's been asleep for almost a week. Are you sure he isn't... you know?"

The second voice groans, "Shut up, Dean."

The god smiles lightly in his pain induced sleep. He knows these voices and he is fond of them. He remembers fighting next to them, listening to their playful banter. Sadness grips him because if he is dead then that must mean they are too.

"Wake up." It's the first voice again and that hurts him more. This is his other, his friend, and hearing him means they are all together again in the afterlife. Through broken half healed lips he whispers, "I'm sorry."

Everything just melts away.

TBC

Edited: 10-30-2013