Many years later...

The dragon, which you ended up naming Igneous, was full grown. She was a beauty far greater than anything you had ever thought of seeing and she held a deeper message to you. She was the only thing left of your long gone best friend Loki Laufeyson.

If only Thor hadn't broken Loki out of his cell that night... maybe he would still be alive...

After the many years, you had been planning to sneak down to the dungeons to visit the raven-haired prince, but after the word had come of Loki's honorable death, everything fell apart. 

You lead the female dragon through the courtyard, stroking her snout softly and jumping into the saddle that was strapped to her back. This was the first time you had been outside in the past week since word of the death.

The death.

You laughed, tears welling in your eyes. 

The death

Those were the words that filled your head.

The death

Tears streamed down your cheeks now.

The death

You commanded the dragon into the air.

The death

Asgard was beautiful from the air. A spectacular, bedazzling jeweled city. Beautiful.

Absolutely.

Beautiful.

The same words that Loki had once whispered to you about the city.

"Absolutely beautiful, (Y/N). I've been to the outskirts of the Asgardian realm." He whispered, "There's no lack of beauty anywhere in this realm."

His words had been kind.

A smile dancing upon his thin lips.

A sparkle in his eyes.

The death.

You circled the courtyard from the air a few times.

Then you undid your strap.

The only thing holding you safely onto Igneous.

The death.

Your heart rate began to increase.

The death

You swung your leg over the side of the saddle

and

j  u  m  p  e  d.

Down 

               Down

                                       Down

                                                               Down.

Until Igneous caught you before you could hit the ground.

damn dragon.

damn fucking dragon.

Your face was tear-stained...

and you rolled off the back of the dragon as she landed.

But instead of rolling onto the cold ground...

you felt cold hands on your arms.

Blue eyes.

Raven hair.

That fucking smirk that you knew too well.

Thin lips

Prominent cheekbones.

That accent- that voice that always gave you chills.

Loki.

Loki fucking Laufeyson.

"That was some trick you tried to pull up there...." He whispered, concern edging its way into his velvety voice.

With ease, the raven-haired prince lifted you up, carrying you through the courtyard.

You were still to shocked to say a word.

Somehow.

Somehow Loki was still alive.

Somehow Loki had you in his arms.

Somehow-

"I'm sorry, darling..."

His voice lifted you from your thoughts.

"I'm sorry... I never wished to fake my death...."

"Loki-"

"I should've found you... before we left... I should've told you...."

"Loki-"

"I should've-

"LOKI! Shut the fuck up."

And he shut his mouth.

"I couldn't think of a life without my best friend-"

You paused.

"-the love of my life..."

Those lips that you always wished to kiss, twitched into a smile. His eyes sparkled. And he dropped you onto your bed.

"Good. Because I don't think I could live without you, my love."

And with that he leaned down and kissed you.