Artificial Light (Book 2 of the MAD Series) (An Avengers Fan Fiction)

Amora

She felt the blood drip from her stomach as she looked down at her wound. The knife lingered in her stomach as his eyes truly opened, the green overpowering the blue for once as he realized what he had done. She took his hand in hers slowly, trying to ignore the pain that filled her. Pain was secondary. Her hand clamped around his wrists as her green eyes met his, the jade eyes locking. She wanted him to know that it was okay. It was okay. It was okay.

Without him, there was no her.

It hit her kidney and twisted, causing her to go into immediate shock. But it was okay. The shock dulled the pain, cushioned the blow. She knew it was only matter of time before her body shut down and she became nothing more than a lifeless corpse. After surviving the wrath of Surtur and the wrath of Thanos? It was only fitting that she’d meet her fate at the hand of someone she loved.

She had been punished because of him. She had been driven to the brink of death because Loki. It wasn’t his fault though. It was just a dumb mistake. And it was okay. But now he had stabbed her. Not on purpose. Not because he wanted to. Not because he had a choice. But he had stabbed her nonetheless and she knew that she would bleed out and die in a matter of minutes. No magic could save her now.

But oddly? She wasn’t afraid. She had been terrified while in Thanos’ clutches. She had been utterly horrified about dying in his clutches. She didn’t want to die, though she knew that it was practically inevitable. But now? It seemed okay. It wasn’t so scary. It didn’t feel so horrifying. It felt almost… Peaceful. Like a demented sort of calm had washed over her and nothing could make this hurt as bad as she feared it would. It was okay. It was really okay.

“It’s okay.” She whispered.

He jerked the knife from her body quickly, roughly, too rough for comfort. She watched as he dropped the bloody blade to the ground, the silver metal clamoring onto the floor. She paid no heed to it though. She just stared at him, seeing the utter shock and distress filling his gorgeous, familiar emerald eyes. If those were the last thing she saw, then it was okay. His eyes were enough to give her eternal comfort. If there was one thing to send her into eternity, send her away to Valhalla or Niffleheim, Heaven or @#!*% , she wanted it to be those eyes.

“Amora.” He choked out in a rough, cracked whisper, like just speaking was hard for him to do. She reached up slowly one hand resting over the wound, the other reaching out toward him. Her long, slender fingers reached out for his face, just wanting to touch his pale face one more time. His rough skin pressed against her hand, his pale face gritty to the touch, this almost comforting grit. It was her Loki. He may have had his mind taken out and something more sinister, more insidious shoved in… But right now, he was still her Loki.

He had his emerald eyes back, the blue shoved out of the way. They were staring at her frantically, terrified and mortified at what he had done to her. But they were his eyes. It was him. It was Loki Laufeyson. She smiled softly, trying to make him know that it was okay. He needed to know it. She already knew, but he needed to learn that she was alright and things were going to be okay.

“It’s okay.” She reassured quietly.

 “No! It’s not! You have to stay with me. I can’t lose you to. No. I love you. You can’t go. You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” He frantically shouted, trying to stop the bleeding. His hands moved frantically over her body, trying to stop the gushing blood, trying desperately to save her. But she knew that it was to no avail. She knew her own body, she knew that she couldn’t be saved from this. And that was okay.

It was all okay.

She let her hand find his, gripping it tightly as she looked him dead in the eye one last time. She stared for a few moments before closing her eyes peacefully. With great effort, she pulled her eyelids back open to look into those beautiful emerald orbs that he called eyes. She stared into his soul and knew that there was nothing but good intention, a good man making so many mistakes. But it was okay.