"How long do you think it will take them to make it here?!" asked Loki, dagger at the ready. "Just a matter of time," said Thor, "But we will be ready, to counter their attack!" Loki smiled at his brother's optimistic attitude. Frigga was waiting at the throne, ready to defend. Volstagg looked around at everyone. "Be brave, fight well…but use caution." They all agreed, and stood on guard.

There was a huge explosion at the entrance, sending bits of burning rubble all over the place. The trolls were attacking Asgard, nothing new, but now they had come bearing weapons more advanced, a genuine surprise to everyone there.

They had infiltrated the palace, and were destroying everything in sight. Warriors were falling everywhere, blood all over the ground.

This was devastation. Odin was on the bifrost with Heimdall, dealing with new trolls emerging from the bifrost. Thor, Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogan were fighting back. Even Loki was helping to defend his planet. He never really liked trolls anyway. So brutish, no civilization whatsoever.

Loki was fighting with his dagger. *Slash, Slash* He beheaded a troll, and looked down. Beside him, Thor was knocking Trolls over, bashing them, and electrocuting them. He smashed one right into the sky, and looked around disdainfully at all the wreckage.

Loki looked up at the throne, where Frigga was defending it forcefully with her sword.

Suddenly, a troll grabbed her, and held her up in front of another troll warrior. Loki seemed to lose sight of everything else around him. Frigga was in grave danger.

Loki slashed his way through faceless troll warriors as he ran as fast as he could up to the throne. He saw the troll raise his arm with an extremely sharp looking spear clutched in it. Loki's eyes widened, and he threw himself at the troll.

He meant to tackle him, to stick his dagger deep into the troll's neck. But instead, he lunged directly centre of the spear's deadly course.

Loki felt his mouth drop open, and a sharp pain hit him in his middle. His face twisted up in confusion. What was happening?

The troll twisted the spear, as it drove further into Loki's stomach, causing Loki's expression to change to one of desperation. He faintly heard Thor yell his name, and saw him run over as he fell to the ground.

He sputtered as he finally felt the pain all over him, slowly realizing now what had happened. All the colour had drained from his face, and he started to cough. He felt blood start to trickle down his lip, and laid his head down on a pile of broken glass.

Frigga immediately knelt down beside him, tears rolling down her face. Thor did the same on the other side. "Loki, no!" he said, trying to hold back tears. Frigga took Loki's hand, and Thor put his hand behind Loki's neck to hold him upright.

Everything was beginning to fade in and out for Loki, but he could see the two beside him. A dingle tear rolled down his cheek. "I always thought of you as my true family," he gasped out, feeling the last few breaths of air in his lungs escape him. Now Thor had tears in his eyes, and Frigga was sobbing on his chest.

"Do not mourn. I will be fine," said Loki with a half-hearted smile, and he felt his eyes begin to close.

"No! NO!" said Thor. Loki felt himself being taken over by a sense of emptiness, of pure nothingness. And he was gone.

So many warriors dead, the trolls accepted this as enough recompense for their banishment and left. Thor and Frigga cried over Loki's body atop the ruins of the palace.

Odin appeared at the entrance, he spotted them kneeling over something over at the other end. Someone! His heart wrenched. He slowly made his way over all the bodies, and to the sides of his family.

He looked down, and saw Loki's lifeless face. Something inside of him ached. He knelt down beside him, tears welling up. He leaned over, rested Loki's hands on the stomach, and kissed Loki on the forehead. "Goodnight…..my son."

That was the day Loki died.