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,,No..."
A knife strikes my chest and I see the world blur.
That happens often, but today is the day.
The last day. Ragnarök.
Only a few Einherjar are still alive, Magnus too.
Little by little my legs give way and I sink to the ground. Around me a pool of blood forms.
Suddenly I feel two warm hands grab my face.
“Magnus,” I croak. His face is smeared with blood and I can’t tell whether it is his or someone else’s.
“Alex.” His voice is calm, and as he pulls me close, I notice that a dagger is stuck in his back as well.
And no matter how long I’ve known this day would come, only now do I realize that we are going to die. And not rise again. We would stay dead. I wrap my arms around him. We are lying outside the battlefield and in the background the last few fights can still be heard.
“Alex,” he whispers again, his voice sounding ragged: “I love you and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
He said that often, but never had he sounded so serious.
Slowly I give him a kiss.
Then I whisper with my last strength: “Magnus Chase, you are the one who showed me that for love you don’t always have to be the same. You are the one who showed me what love is, and if I could choose, I would do all of this again just to have a little more time for you. Because for you even 6000 years are not enough.”
Then my head sank onto his chest. Quietly I heard how his heart became weaker and weaker. At the moment when nothing could be heard anymore, a tear fell onto his skin and his skin began to glow. But he did not heal. His body only released the remaining strength.
While his body warmed me, I closed my eyes and did not open them again.