The Death of Mischief

A drabble of Loki's death from Sigyn's point of view.

Sigyn gasped loudly as the mischievous god fell before her, her eyes widening -- like that of a deer, vulnerable, in the beaming luminescence of headlights as a car hurtled towards it -- as she was almost instantly brought to her knees and scrambling towards him. “Loki, no.. Please,” She whispered quietly as she stared at him, her heart pounding against her rib cage until she felt it would burst. Hesitating slightly, she pulled him off the ground to hold him tenderly within her lap. She had never seen him this way, in such a vulnerable yet innocent state. Slowly, carefully she felt a hand ease over his gently cooler cheek as the tears came to her pained blue eyes. “You’re going to be okay, okay? I swear to you..” She said quietly, before gasping; Flinching and recoiling; As he coughed sickeningly, and blood spurt from his mouth to splatter against her face. 

 

The tears she tried to force back were coming uncontrollably now as she merely blinked, falling down from the corners of her eyes and mixing with her beloved’s blood before gathering below her chin and dripping into oblivion. “Loki,” She said, her voice muddled from her own tears though a desperate plea was clear within it. Her body had begun to tremble and shake as she held him, slowly and slightly rocking herself back and forth. Her long, radiant blonde locks was falling into her face as she looked down, desperately attempting to keep light within the trickster’s blue hues. “Loki, look at me my lord..” She commanded, though her demand fell upon deaf and dying ears. Though she tried so immensely to catch his gaze, it was being held somewhere else, somewhere distant that only those whom were close to their end could see. 

With a light wince, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth to try and force back her tears so she could speak to him; Though in return to the action, more heavy sobs and trembling came to her. “Sigyn, I"” his voice came at last, cracking. There was something horrifyingly different to it that made her mind whirl, causing her to feel dizzy and on the verge of faint. His voice cracked, and again he was silent. His body slowly became heavy on her lap, his hands falling from his chest to thump limply into the dust and his head falling to the side. Her teary eyes widened frantically, and she shook him greatly. “Loki! .. Loki!” She screamed his name, repeated it continuously until it seemed she would never be able to speak another word. She shook him again, wide eyes desperately broken. “My love, speak! Let me hear your voice if you will not give to me your gaze,” She said, her voice shouting as she held a hand to his cheek and pulled his head from where it had fallen to the side from her to stare into his clouded eyes. 

“Loki!” She shrieked, her voice a high-pitched scream, broken of any other expression but thick mourning heart break. Memories of the two of them filled her mind, to the point even where she believed they would flow out of her ears. Memories flashed of their childhood, when they ran and played together as youths. Memories of the abuse he delivered upon her, memories of his awkward affections; Of their first kiss; Of their teenage hood; When she came to him whilst he was imprisoned, and kept him from dying within his chambers. Such deep and precise memories, phasing into long sequences to simple things: Like the way he had once played with her hair in such a soft way that tenderness was barely screamed into the silence. That odd quiet understanding " as if they could have communicated through silence when they had willed it. 

Another scream came from her in response to these memories, forcing them away so that she was again shoved back into reality " holding the lifeless, bloody, broken God within her arms. His blood was splattered upon the pale flesh of her face, mixing with her tears. She could smell it, fiercely. She would never smell another thing the rest of her existence, it was all over him. Once she had brought him to her lap, it had soaked into her clothes until she could feel it, dying of warmth and sticky on her skin. Her body was trembling forcefully now, convulsing with each sob as she pulled him from her lap and held his limp form to her chest. “Take me with you,” She whispered through her heavy tears. “Please take me with you, Loki.” She begged, nuzzling her face softly into his raven-black mane before she rocked him slowly back and forth. 

 

Through the heart-wrenching brokenness that was eating away at her now, through all the spell-casted amorousness another glimmering thought eased into her head as she held her lifeless beloved; the God of Mischief; Loki; In her arms, rocking him slowly back and forth and crying into his neck " a thought came. A glimmer of hope through her sickening and mind-claiming depression. She was free. Free from his temper. Free from his abuse. From his false affections, from his lies, from the way he would turn on her, from the way he’d snap at her if she would try to touch him at the wrong moment. Free from the fear of upsetting him with a mere glance. She was free at last from him.. Wasn’t she?

With a gentle nuzzle into his hair again, she cried loudly with the mixed feeling of hope and brokenness. Sigyn tightened her grip upon him as the guards entered, crying out in protest as the group of men wrenched her away from Loki’s lifeless body and she watched him crumple onto the floor. She screamed out his name again to the high Heavens, hoping that in some almost impossible way he would be able to hear her.. She heard it echo against the walls, against the floor. It took four of the brute guards to finally get her into but another room, where she was immediately given a sedative. Even that didn’t subdue her pathetic trembling weeping. She still smelled his blood, tasted it within the saltiness of her own tears. It was splattered upon her face, and caked upon her dress. She would never smell another thing for the rest of her existence.. It was all she had left of him. 

No. She would never be free. 

Author's Note

I don't take any credit for the idea of the characters; This is merely a fanfiction/drabble