Chapter Eighty One
"So we've agreed to kill her, correct?" The Master asked.
"Yes," Lucifer said. "But we can't just kill her. We need to move her,"
"What does that mean?" Moriarty asked.
"Well, if we just kill her, and she goes to Heaven, or even Hell, then Castiel or another angel can get to her, and bring her back to life. We need to put her in a different Afterlife," Lucifer explained.
"A different afterlife?" The Master asked.
"Yes. There's one for every different religion, and mythology. The default is Heaven and Hell. Or Purgatory, if you're a monster. But if you believe in something else, you could go there. There's the Underworld, Valhalla...there are endless Afterlifes. We need to put her in one that Castiel can't get to."
"Or the Doctor," The Master added.
"I say Valhalla," Lucifer said.
"Why?" Moriarty asked.
"Valhalla is the Norse Afterlife. The Vikings believed in it. But there are none of them alive now. That means that no one believes in it, so it will be closed off. To angels, to the Tardis. It will be a bit hard to get her in there, but we can bribe a Valkryie."
"Which is?" The Master asked.
"They would deliver the heroes to Valhalla," Lucifer explained. "And I can pop into Purgatory and grab one. So Valhalla?"
"Valhalla," The Master agreed.
Moriarty nodded.
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Normally, I can't astral project unless I feel safe.
But I was going to die. I knew that, and there was nothing that would stop it.
And I had one last goodbye to say.
So I left my body.
...
Loki was in the library.
"Oh, Rissa," he said, closing his book and standing up. "It's been a whil-"
He stopped when he saw my face. "What's wrong?"
I took a deep breath. "I've been keeping a secret from you. For the last four or five years, I've been fighting a war to protect the Earth. Actually, I'm not just a soldier; I'm the commander."
"Why didn't you ask me for help?" Loki asked. "I – I could have fought, I could have helped."
"I don't know why I didn't tell you," I said. I was crying, very slowly, and quietly. "But there's something you need to know."
He waited patiently.
"I'm going to die," I said, swallowing.
"Of course you're going to die," Loki said sadly. "You're human. That day is going to come."
"No," I said. "I mean I'm going to die. Now."
He froze. "What did you say?" He asked, his voice getting sharp.
"I got caught by the enemy, and they're going to kill me. Now," I said.
Loki's mouth opened, and closed. "I don't know what to say," he said quietly.
"Well, I do," I said sadly. "And I suppose….if there's one last chance to say it…"
I looked directly into his eyes. And I could tell, that he knew what I was going to say.
But before I got to finish what I was going to say, I died. And I vanished from Loki's view. Leaving only the echo of two words, instead of four.
"Loki. I-"
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Love you.
Loki, I love you.