[ And his eyes fix on her. Like imprinting the sight of her into his mind. Like a wolf memorizing the sight of prey. ]
Good-bye, my dear friend Sif.
[ And the clock runs out. Loki's eyes go hazy, unfocused, and he --
Panics.
His fingers claw at himself, at his damaged armor, at leather until they reach skin, until he has drawn bloodied lines with his nails. His breath is too quick and distressed and he doesn't know where he is and what has he done, his chest is too tight to draw air, his heart feels as though it is full of a thousand filthy worms squirming and worrying away at his insides and he needs to tear himself open and rid himself of the filth inside and he cannot breathe, he cannot, he can but wrack his body in dry, painful sobs. ]
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[ And his eyes fix on her. Like imprinting the sight of her into his mind. Like a wolf memorizing the sight of prey. ]
Good-bye, my dear friend Sif.
[ And the clock runs out. Loki's eyes go hazy, unfocused, and he --
Panics.
His fingers claw at himself, at his damaged armor, at leather until they reach skin, until he has drawn bloodied lines with his nails. His breath is too quick and distressed and he doesn't know where he is and what has he done, his chest is too tight to draw air, his heart feels as though it is full of a thousand filthy worms squirming and worrying away at his insides and he needs to tear himself open and rid himself of the filth inside and he cannot breathe, he cannot, he can but wrack his body in dry, painful sobs. ]