A/N: Hey! So sorry for the very long wait. I had and still have a bunch of things going on at the moment and might not update quickly, but bear with me. Those who I owe oneshots to know that I am trying my best to get things done. Congratulations to Mizz90Avenger
for the winning cover in the cover contest! The cameos may not come in this chapter but will appear in later chapters. Onto the story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Previously..."You can't fool me Loki." she hissed as we paused in the hallway. "How could you pretend to die and not think of what the impact on people in your life would be? (y/n) has gotten worse and worse these past few weeks after I told her the news of your death." I could only stare at the shorter woman speechless. "I-I didn't know of her condition, and Odin told me before I was sentenced to life in the dungeons that she was killed in the attack I led on New York. Every one else I cared about was dead. I didn't know." I spoke with tears threatening to spill from my eyes, my voice sounding somewhat foreign and broken. Serenity's expression softened as she noticed my distress. "I will bring you to her, but if you try anything-" I cut her off. "You'll kill me. I know." at this Serenity smirked. "And I'll make sure you stay dead." ha ha, what a funny mortal.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------~Your POV~
The room was dreadfully silent despite the soft beeps of the heart monitor. It's drab grey walls mirrored the mood that you've had for what felt like months but had only been mere weeks. The only light in your dull world had been taken from you. You stare at the small piece of paper that you had been sketching on, taking in the image of the man you loved. It hurt you knowing that he was gone. But you kept telling yourself that soon you'll see him again. You kept the hope of seeing him again in the afterlife close. After all the doctors did say you have about three weeks left. You'll be able to be with him soon enough.
You are snapped out of your reverie by the sound of footsteps entering your room. Who could be visiting at this time? The steps make their way to the curtains you had asked to be drawn and you freeze as you see who it is. It can't be, unless you've gone mad or are dying and he's come to take you to wherever people go after they die. You hope it's the latter because it would be a bit cruel even if you would be reunited with him to hallucinate him. Loki just stands there for a while staring at you with a mix of many emotions crossing his face that it was hard to tell what the emotions were. Why was he not speaking?
I step into (y/n)'s healing chamber and I hear some sort of beeping sound coming from behind some drapes concealing the far side of the chamber. I carefully make my way to the drapes and stop as I step through taking in the sight of my love pale and grey, no longer her usual glowing (s/c), her beautiful (h/c) hair gone and in it's place a handkerchief. She has lost weight, she looks as if she could break at any minute. The most shocking thing to see was that the shine in her beautiful (e/c) eyes seemed to have been replaced with a dull tired look. (Y/n) looks at me from her small electronic bed where she is hooked up to several machines, it seems as if she is expecting something.
I cannot trust my voice to not break to speak at the moment. The sight of the only one who truly accepts me looking like this makes my emotions war with each other. "Loki?" (Y/n)'s voice weak from illness softly brings me from my cloud of emotions and I step closer to her bedside and sit in the chair next to it. Her gaze follows me with a look of wonder as I sit down and take her hand. "A-am I dead?" She utters quietly, and I finally find my voice. "No my dróttning, no you are not." My voice is so soft I myself barely hear but (y/n)'s expression turning into something like sadness tells me she heard. "Are you a hallucination?" She says gently a hint of hurt in her tone. It pains me to hear that. I kiss her hand softly and look her in the eye. "No I am not my dróttning. I am very much here, I am alive." Her face lightens a little at my words and my heart warms a bit. "They told me you were dead." I close my eyes, opening them after a moment. It pains me that she was told that and that I am mostly to blame.
"It was an illusion I created to make them believe I was dead. I did it because I believed that everyone I loved was dead, Frigga was killed in an attack by dark elves and Odin had told me you were killed in the attack over New York which I had been brainwashed into doing. In my mind at the time I had nothing to lose so I staged my sacrifice in order to have the throne. Which was actually quite simple. Odin had fallen into Odin sleep and it seems unending." My voice wavers halfway through the explanation and I see tears forming in (y/n)'s eyes. I gently wipe them away. "Oh Loki." She breaths softly and envelopes me in a suprisingly strong hug which I reciprocate carefully, not wanting to hurt her. After a while she breaks the comfortable silence. "Can I just say something that I've come to?" I pull back to look at her face and see some of her fierceness shine through the tired dullness. "What?" I humor her. She makes to look as if she is seriously considering something, making me a bit nervous. "I really hate Odin." With this I start laughing and she joins me, I don't quite remember the last time I laughed and it feels a bit alien but it is welcome and I don't know the last time (y/n) laughed but she still sounds like a Valkarie when she laughs. ~To be continued~