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Prompt: “ don't cry... oh, please don't cry... “

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Loki x 1st person reader

(Fem? I said ‘little girl’, but other then that gnc :)

We were all trying our hardest to take that thing down. It was nearly impossible. We were all losing stamina; me a bit more than the others. We were almost done. We were so close. But there he went. Straight to the ground with only a single, fatal jab.

“Go! I got this!” Thor called out to me as he saw the panic nearly consume me. I swear, I ran faster than light itself. He attempted to silence his groans and cries out of pain as I greeted him at his side.

“Loki..” it was almost inaudible as I brushed his tangled hair off the side of his cheek. We both knew; though I’d rather not admit it. He stopped trying to sit up and examine his wound, resting his head against the scorched planet. His breathing was unsteady as I tried to get through his armor.

“Tell Thor I love him and-“

“No!”

I was not ready to let go. Determined as I was, I looked back at him, his smile still sweet as ever, even through his ache. I had been choking back my tears until that point.

‘Oh gods, down come the flood gates’

I couldn’t even help it, they were just flowing. My hand stayed resting on his cheek while the other sat on his shoulder.

“Don’t cry, oh, please don’t cry my love.” He started an attempt to put his own hand on my cheek. It shakily made its way there, still warm and soft. His thumb swiftly started wiping away tears as they fell from my eyes.

“We were supposed to have more,” I gasped. He gave me the type of ‘I know’ look a mother would her child. All I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl, was gone. his eyes seemed to be falling heavy as his hand started to slip from my cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” His voice was that of a groggy and raspy old man. I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated gasp of a laugh, quickly grabbing his hand with mine to keep it in place.

“I know.” My smile was wilting as fast as he was. I bent down to his face giving him one final kiss.

“I love you more.” My own hands were shaking as I whispered my remaining words to him. His smile perked up at that; I was just happy my words hadn’t fallen on deaf ears yet.

“Preposterous,” His smirk would remain engraved in my brain for a lifetime. My facial expression couldn’t stay the same. Only as his last breath was released did it remain a frown.

My head rested on his hardening chest with his now cold hand still on my cheek. Silent pleas fell out of my mouth as tears continued to fall from my eyes. I was afraid I’d be mute for life. Words cannot do him or I any justification, what his life and mine would’ve-could’ve been. Something everyone would know for sure about the what-ifs is that it would’ve been all for me; just as mine would be for him. I couldn’t unlove him now; and I didn’t want to.

“(Y/N)..” Thor hated to disrupt me, but our job was done. My voice remained silent and unused. The hurt in his own voice seemed as if it was attempted to be concealed, poorly. My eyes closed tighter, wanting to sit here till he was no more than a bag of bones. I wanted to say sorry, what for? I had no idea.

“He loves you.” I was no more than barely coherent, for it would break me to be any louder than I needed to be.

“I know.”