#dead loki

It seemed somehow simple to me. (I mean his death) He is god of mischief, isn´t it ? And few time he his death just pretended.

Loki's face paled as the knife pressed between his ribs, sinking into his heart. "Helena..." He gasped out. He'd known the day would come when their days as "friends" would end, such was nature of people like them, however he'd never expected for her to be the one to turn on him first. In fact he'd seen the reverse of this situation happening. "Why?" He was fairly certain she'd know what he meant. He wanted to know what she was getting out of this, especially knowing that he would not stay dead for long.

((I have no idea what I have just found... but it is sadly pretty in a weird way.))

I want my body. I hate being a ghost.