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A unbearable silence had spread through his entire body. A impossible emptiness.
Neither did he felt the pain in his knees as they hit the ground, nor the biting cold of the rain that was pouring down on him. He didn´t feel the warmth of the blood that came from his wounds nor the raging power of the wind that hit his face either.
The young, black-haired man didn´t see the red-soaked ground or the countless bodies scattered around him. For a few seconds there was none of that.
Everything he saw was the fading glow in her blue eyes, the only thing he felt was her cold skin, all he heard was her silence. For a few seconds there was only that.
Time stopped until she raised her hand, until her fingers touched his and sent warmth and safety through him, he actually didn´t deserve.
His arms slid under her tender body, under everything he had, everything he needed and as if in trance, unable to cry or scream, he held her close to himself. Hid her face, wet from the rain, on his neck, wrapped his arms around her back. He pulled her light figure into his lap, away from the blood and dirt, ready to sacrifice the remaining warmth he had left under his armor for her to stop freezing.
Irregular breath hit his skin, her weak hands laid on his shoulder and their shaking made him tremble. He wasn´t ready.
His fingers slowly clawed into the fabric of her robe and he closed his eyes. He wasn´t ready to let her go yet. Not now, not like this.
As best as he could he tried to protect her from the storm, to keep the noise of death away from her, to drive the cold out of her limbs and to keep her close to him, to show her how much he regretted every bad word he had ever lost about her. He wanted to tell her not to be afraid, that it would be all right soon, but he was unsure how, because he had forgotten how to use his voice, how words of comfort and courage sounded. His silver tongue refused to work.
So instead of talking he carefully put a hand on her cheek, looked at her despite the pain written on her face, watched and remained silent. For now she still looked back at him, but already had no strength left to lift her fingers to his face, although her urge to do so was greater than anything else. All she was able to do was move her fingertips very gently on his shoulder, making it clear to him what she wanted and he understood. His hand wrapped itself around her wrist, guided it upwards until she touched the familiar cheekbones, stroked across his forehead, over his chin and his nose. He looked so sad. She didn´t want him to be sad.
She knew she was dying, but didn´t want Lokis sadness to be the last thing she would see.
“This is not how this was supposed to end”. The black-haired man had found his voice again, swallowed heavily, held her hand tighter, led it to is his mouth and kissed her fingers lightly, carefully.
A faint smile flashed across her lips, then again and it remained: “Tell me, please Loki” she breathed, looked directly into his eyes, those beloved green eyes, the hope she saw in them even now, although it did not exist for her anymore.
He didn´t hestitate, not for a second, wanted to tell her everything he should have said long ago, but brought only out what she expected, because he couldn´t think of anything else: “I love you”.
The smile on her face became tender, affectionate, spoke of things he had never dared to dream of and which suddenly washed over him, but he still said nothing, unable to think straight.
This could not be the end.
“Now it is your turn” she whispered exhausted: “What is your wish?”. For a moment he smiled too, remembering his own words and a better time, before his smile died and his eyes filled with tears.
Tears of remorse and fear, of sadness and love, tears because of all the lies he had told her and all the truths he had kept from her.
His hand stroked through her hair, he lowered his head, kissed her forehead lovingly, intertwined his fingers slowly with hers, was very close to her, so close that his tears wet her skin and it was like they were the only ones existing.
“Forgive me Sigyn”.
But all of this was still a scene of the future that only the Norns* knew about.