Desolated - book 3 •StrangeFrost•

My hands are cold, my heart is cold.

•Loki's POV•
December 13, 2023
I had it all planned out.
Of course I would,
Why wouldn't I?
I wrote that note that people always talk about, grabbed as much money as I could find, and ran out of the facility.

I know o should have been crying,
But thinking of it made me hopeful.
It was the only emotion I was feeling.
I felt so empty.

I walked into the only gun shop I could find, slammed the money on the counter, and said, "give me a pistol."

When I got it, I ran to the highest place I could get to (which happened to be a city parking lot, you know, the ones with several floors?) and stood at the edge, taking in the view of the city.

My hand started shaking as I put my finger on the trigger of the gun.
I inhaled, closing my eyes.

This is it.

I'm going to see him again.

I opened my eyes, looking out to the skyline.

It had started snowing.

I inhaled again, letting out a shaken breath.
I held the end of the pistol up to my eye,

And pulled the trigger.

The last thing I heard was that gunshot.

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•3rd POV•
"Loki?"
Natasha said, knocking on his bedroom door.
"Hey umm, I just got back and you haven't called me or anything,"
No answer.
"I just want to check in on you, you know?"
Still no answer.
"Will you please let me in? Or say something?"
Still, nothing.
"Please? Are you just asleep?"
Silence.
Natasha hesitated.
"I'm coming in,"
She said, putting her hand on the doorknob.
There was still no answer.
She inhaled, twisted the doorknob, and opening the door.

Loki wasn't in his room.
He wasn't on his bed.
He wasn't on the floor.
He was just gone.

He had been replaced by a small price of paper in the middle of the floor.
Natasha walked up to it and picked it up.

It had been written in neat cursive, but by the bottom the words got larger and harder to read.
It read;
For anyone reading this.
I'm sorry. I know you all hated me. And I wanted to say that I was sorry for everything I had ever done to you.
Especially the battle of New York. I know how much that hurt all of you. But I'm really sorry for going up two stones to Thanos.
I'm sorry I killed everyone.
If you're wondering where I am at the moment, I'm at the top of a parking garage.
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
I'll miss all of you.
I know you won't miss me.
And one more thing.
If you do end up bringing everyone back,
Tell Strange I love him.
                      Sorry for the inconvenience.
                       Loki~