It is not easy to weave words into lies. It is a special that only few possess. I have always believed that I am one of those few. After all, I am known as the Silver-Tongued Prince. I am an exceptionally good liar.

Until Thor comes to me and proves me wrong. I try to hide my condition, but I am good at hiding the truth only, not my weakness. Thor sees that I am in a terrible state. Thinner, paler, coughing the small amount of blood that I still have left inside my frail body. People do not realize that it is life that is sickening and despairing and not worth living. Death is a relief, something that pulls you out of your misery and gives you peace. You can never truly know peace as long as you are alive, not but for a short time –if you are lucky.

My lover falls on his knees in front of me and holds my face between his strong hands. His eyes move all over me faster than an arrow, too quickly for me to follow. "Brother, what is wrong?" he asks worried. "What is happening to you?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm dying, that's all." I give him a tiny smile.

"This is no joking matter, Loki. What is happening? Can I help you?"

I suddenly have an idea, a really good idea. "Yes. Yes, you can."

"Tell me. I shall do anything for you."

My smile widens. You better mean that, Thor. You better stay true to your word. "Kill me", I whisper.

Thor looks at me as if he can't really understand what the words I have just spoken mean. Then, his face becomes a mask of denial, sadness and bitterness. "How can you ask me to do such a thing?" he whispers back.

"I am suffering, my lover. I cannot take this anymore. If you do this, you will save me from more of this pain. Do I deserve to live in agony?"

He shakes his head in denial.

"Thank you…Kill me and you'll save me. Kill me and you'll be the hero who slew the greatest monster of all."

Now Thor looks angry. Talk about quick temper. "Do not think yourself as a monster, Loki! You are the son of a Frost Giant, but you are not a monster! You have made some wrong choices, but you are not a monster!"

I can spend hours arguing about that, proving him that I am right and I am a monster after all. However, I do not wish to spend our limited time together fighting over that matter. Besides, I do not know just how much time I have left.

"Please, Thor, kill me…"

"No, I cannot do this! I love you too much to kill you!"

I look at him with sad eyes. Why can't he see? Why will he not help me? Am I asking for too much? "But you don't love me enough to save me?"

"W-why is this happening, Loki?"

"Well…" I let out a sigh. He has managed to change the subject, but not for long. You can't trick a trickster. "My human form cannot take all these years I have lived as a god. So…I am dying."

Thor takes a deep breath and looks down, obviously lost in thought. I know that my demise is going to crush him. If only I could make him hate me somehow so that he wouldn't be in pain after my death! He has suffered greatly because of me already. He does not deserve this.

He looks up at me. "What if Father gives you your powers back?"

I shrug. "It might work", I reply. But I do not want him to do that. I do not want Odin to grant me such a favor. I do not need him. I do not want people to feel sorry for me or to believe that I, Loki of Asgard, am at their mercy. I would rather die…Oh, wait…

"I shall go to him", Thor says. "He does not wish you dead. He shall help you."

As Thor begins to rise, I grab his wrist. "Please, stay", I beg. You will be sorry if you leave now, trust me…

He looks at me, and among concern, sadness and love, I can also see pity. If I saw that emotion on someone else's face, I would use my scheming mind and my poisonous words in order to replace that pity with fear. But now it is Thor I have before me; I cannot do such a thing.

I rest my hands on his shoulders. "I love you, Thor. I regret dearly every time that I have hurt you, both physically and psychologically. You do not deserve this. You do not deserve me."

He smiles at me. There he is, my sun. With his shiny blond hair, his honest blue eyes and his cute and reassuring smile. He makes my cell brighter. He makes my world brighter. He makes me brighter.

"You are forgiven, Loki. I have forgiven you for what you have done even before you did them, because I love you. And no, I don't deserve you; but only because you are too good for me."

I look at him, biting my lip. I will not cry. I. Will. Not. Cry. I have a task to do. A very important one. So, I fall in his embrace, and he holds me tightly. So tightly that it is hard to tell where my body ends and where his begins, yet not so tightly that he is suffocating me. He strokes my hair lovingly and rocks me back and forth slightly as though I am the most precious thing in the world.

"I love you, Loki", he whispers in my ear. "I shall love you until the twilight of Asgard comes and we no longer exist. I shall love you now and forever, until the end of time and beyond."

I can no longer control myself. I allow myself to go loose inside his protective arms and I weep. Thor is shaking a little, so he must be crying too. I must tell him now, or I shall never get another chance.

"I used to…hate you, you know. I wanted to hurt Midgardians, because I wanted to hurt you. I only wanted to see you so that I could cause you pain. I hated you so much! But, in truth, I only hated myself! I was lied to, betrayed, lost. But…but you brought me back. You gave me my old life back. You gave me myself back…I love you! I love you more than anyone has ever loved a person…I do…"

I sob, and Thor strokes my hair again. He breaks the embrace, still holding me close though. He kisses me tenderly, and I almost melt. His lips are fire, but the good kind of fire. The fire that I don't mind being consumed by.

"I shall go to Father", he announces. "When he gives you your powers back, we shall begin a new life. We shall be happy, I promise you."

He rises, and this time I let him. I nod, because I do not trust my voice right at this moment. I watch him as he leaves, having no idea of what is about to happen.

I reach behind me and grab the cold steel. Thor hasn't noticed that I took his knife as he held me in his arms. I look at it. I pierced his flesh with it once. Now I shall use it again…

I am Loki of Asgard. I do not need All Father's help. I do not wish to have my powers back so as to be punished in some other way. I have had enough. I am a monster, and this is what a monster deserves. Odin didn't order it when he had the chance. Thor didn't do it when I begged him to. When you want something done, do it yourself.

Farewell, brother. I shall always love you.

These are my last thoughts as the knife enters my flesh, spilling my life blood.

I want to thank every single person who has reviewed, favorite and/or followed my story! I wouldn't have made it without your support, guys! Tell me, what do you think of this last chapter? I would really like to know what your opinion is!

Sikt, I hope that you are not disappointed! I know that you wanted a happy ending, but I couldn't do it…I love Loki with all my heart and ThunderFrost is my OTP, but I find this ending more fitting…Hope you like it!