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Long After You're Gone, Gone, Gone

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Laughing at their final remark, I turned to stride off, back to my quarters. The party was nice, and the people were terribly kind, but large gatherings had never really been my thing. I preferred to meet with people one-on-one. You tended to find out more of who they really were, something few people reveal in the large company of others. Also when you were in a crowd, one could easily slip you away and… try something.

No, I did not prefer the gatherings Thor and Odin held; too loud, too boisterous. I preferred the quiet, though not the peace, for in silence, my mind runs faster than an Asgardian speeder.

I chuckled to myself, thinking of my last ride on one of those.

It had been… long, too long ago. I had been with Thor and Loki and the mortal Jane, who was dying of the Aether. Loki had been driving, he had been so happy… so free.

I stopped in the silent hall I had come to, needed to take a moment for the grief to pass. My breath caught, but, as I had taught myself to do over these past harsh months, I made sure it did not shudder. I would not cry, I ordered myself. Not this time.

Composing myself swiftly, I strode on.

A few halls later, I stopped, staring into a small room on the left.

I glared down at my feet, angered by their betrayal. This was not my room. I glanced around me, frowning. Where was I?

As if by it's own will, my gaze slid back to the room. I took a slow step towards it, alert and curious. Something about it drew me towards it -although I had not been in this part of the palace in many months- and I approached. Hesitating at the door, I looked around the room, or at least the half of it I could see from here.

It hit me like a brick.

I knew this place.

"Oh my God." I breathed in shock, stepping back a pace.

Entranced, though startled out of my mind, I took a few steps forward and entered the room. I hazed around the left side of it, reveling in the now bittersweet memories.

My thoughts instantly flew back to the person by whom I knew this room, a person who seemed to now always be present at the back of my mind, no matter what I tried to do to dislodge him.

Loki had never loved parties either, and as soon as he was no longer necessary in conversation or any other reason, he would slip away, unnoticed to all but a few.

I was one of these few, and every time I watched him dodge behind a column I had wanted to follow, but, knowing the love of solitude myself, I never would. One day, my curiosity took hold of me, and I had followed him out, silently. It was easy, and I had taken delight in no one missing me. Careful not to make a sound, I had followed the dark-haired Asgardian to a room. The room was practically destroyed, although it appeared as if it used to be a classroom. Benches and desks were scattered about, broken and buried in the grey dust that covered everything. Chunks of rock were everywhere, so that if one was not striding with care, they could step on one and twist their ankle. The room was complete chaos, and somehow in the silence it was perfect, clear, and still.

I took another step into the room, recalling that day, as my hand lightly slid over the wall.

I had stared after him, hesitant to follow. I had looked around me, realizing that I stood in the room. Loki stood at the end of it, arms crossed in front of him, facing away from me. He had given no inclination that he had noticed me, so, deciding to leave him to his thoughts, I had turned to the door. Suddenly, without turning around, he had said, "Don't leave."

I had frozen.

"And why not?" I had asked. "You wish to be alone."

"Is that so?" He had turned to me and I had given him a questioning look.

"You left the party." I had said.

"I did."

"Why?"

"I do not like parties." He had chuckled easily.

"Did you want me to follow you?" I had asked, taking a step towards him, a faint smile playing on my lips.

"What makes you think that?" He had asked, tilting his head, his bright blue-green eyes startled.

"You could have cloaked yourself in a thousand different ways, yet you didn't." I had said. "Why didn't you?"

"Perhaps I do not care." He had spread his hands a bit, a plain look on his face.

"Nonsense, you never do anything without a reason, Trickster."

He had smiled at this.

"I meant that I didn't care if anyone followed me or not."

"You wanted to see if someone would follow, would notice you were gone. If anyone would miss you." I had said, fitting the pieces together. "You left it as an open invitation."

Loki had smiled and taken a step towards me. We then stood in opposite sides of the rubble of a large, fallen table.

The room had been a mess, as it was now, but I think that had been why Loki liked it. It allowed his storming mind to feel calm when he stood in the silence of this destructive chaos.

"You are smart."

"I am observant." I had corrected.

"They are the same, and both will serve you well, far better than any dagger."

"Why do you leave the parties?" I had asked, and he had turned away, walking about the room, slowly.

"I do not like them. They are loud, confining… besides, I am mistrusted by the Asgardians, they find no pleasure in my company."

"Not all." I had said softly. He had turned halfway to look at me.

"Why are you here?"

"I see you leave every time, but never wanted to bother you. Curiosity finally got the best of me. Besides, I would rather talk to you than many of them." I had admitted, and he had walked to me, almost cautiously, and we had talked until the party was over.

In the parties after that, the room had become our kind of getaway, and he would always try to lay some trick for me as I entered… all in good fun, of course.

How could I have forgotten this place?

Now I stood there, leaning in the wall, fighting the reemerging grief that was threatening to swallow me up.

Loki is gone, GONE, I thought fiercely to myself. Get a hold of yourself! Crying will do nothing, and neither will standing in this messy room. Return to your quarters and lose yourself in some book like yesterday.

I turned, as if to wish the room farewell, and froze.

A figure stood across the room with his back to me and his hands folded in front of him.

" Loki?! " I gasped, a hand flying to my mouth in utter shock.

He turned to me, slightly, slowly, his movements halfhearted.

His eyes widened at the sight of me, though he stayed silent.

We stood, frozen, on opposite sides of the room, staring at each other in shock.

"But you were dead!" I burst, breaking the silence. "Thor-Thor said… it's been so long… how-how did you… oh my God… you're alive!!"

"Did you mourn?" He stated it like it was not a question. He did not smile, but held his stone expression.

"More than you know." I breathed. He turned more fully towards me, his eyes sweeping over me, my darker clothes, my lackadaisically kept hair, my dun eyes.

"You look different." He murmured.

"Grief does terrible things to a person." I whispered, bowing my head.

"I know." He also lowered his head, slipping into his own grief. Grief for Frigga, no doubt.

"I-" I hesitated. "…wait."

I strode up to him, upset. He tilted his head at me as I raised my hand.

My fingers slashed through his mirage like water, scattering green light like droplets.

Gasping and recoiling in horror, I shrunk back, confused and scared.

"Relax," Loki chuckled from behind me. I turned to find him standing close. "It is all in jest."

Afraid that he would not be real, I tentatively stretched out a hand to touch his face.

My fingers met his cold skin and he closed his eyes briefly. I drew back my hand, my heart beating faster with elation and affection.

"You're real." I breathed happily.

"Yes." He laughed, grinning.

"You're alive!" I surged forward, hugging him tightly.

He started, completely shocked. He breathed heavily, startled and afraid. I had never hugged him before. I wondered if anyone had hugged him before.

"You're alive," I said, tears of joy and relief streaming down my cheeks. I squeezed him tighter, inexpressibly happy. "I'm so happy you're alive."

Finally calming down, Loki hugged me back, his heartbreak burning away with the simple peace and happiness of being missed.

"Me too," He murmured, smiling. He rested his chin on top of my head and closed his eyes in bliss. "Me too."
First uploadddddd yaaaass

Kind of an odd one for me to write, normally I just insert people into storyline so here; my first one is a weird one XD.

This is a little thing I wrote about my character finding Loki after he's been missing for so long D:

Lyrics to "Gone, Gone, Gone" by Phillip Phillips
When life leaves you high and dry
I'll be at your door tonight
If you need help, if you need help.
I'll shut down the city lights,
I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe
To make you well, to make you well.

When enemies are at your door
I'll carry you away from war
If you need help, if you need help.
Your hope dangling by a string
I'll share in your suffering
To make you well, to make you well.

Give me reasons to believe
That you would do the same for me.

And I would do it for you, for you.
Baby, I'm not moving on
I'll love you long after you're gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I'll love you long after you're gone
And long after you're gone, gone, gone.


HOPE YOU ENJOYED *lots of love* :D

Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga, etc belong to Marvel.
Story is mine :D
© 2015 - 2024 Silver-Robin
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