[FIC] AU: Goodbye, and Thanks
Jan. 3rd, 2006 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mdseiranTitle: Goodbye, and Thanks
Warnings: Deathfic, dark.
AU that could be placed any time after they left Tralisia.
Nyssius,
I've been putting off writing this particular letter for a while now. There's always an opportune moment for things, and I believe this to be the one I was waiting for. It isn't easy, writing this; harder then I thought it would be in fact. But nonetheless it has to be done.
I've, regretfully, decided to move on. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you in person, but I thought a note might be easier on both of us. The past few months have been interesting and fulfilling in many ways. It was truly a pleasure to be the first to touch you, to teach you the small and big things, and it's not something I am likely to forget. However, these things are never meant to last, as you should know.
I'm sure that one day, you will find someone to spend the rest of your life with, and none will be happier for you than me. I will remember our time with fondness and hope you can as well.
Loki.
He heard the footsteps as he sent the letter off with the bird he'd acquired for that purpose, and once the flapping of black wings disappeared, he turned around. More men than he'd expected - he counted at least sixteen rather than the seven or eight he had thought would be waiting for him. His lips curled into a smile, a mocking one that made some of the men shift uneasily. But others only glared at him harder, and he knew those would be the ones to gain the most pleasure out of torturing him.
He dismissed the thugs, letting his eyes wander to their leader instead. He didn't look much different from what he remembered. Still the same black hair, cut short, and the same brown eyes that still managed to seem cold despite their warm color. He crossed his arms languidly, quirking an eyebrow at the older man. "Long time no see, Father."
He only received a snarl in return, followed by a hand signal that made the men form a circle around him. He stood in the middle, seeming not to care, lips fixed in that mocking smirk that had always irritated his father so. It still had the same effect, and he could see the man become impatient. And impatient people always made mistakes.
"You should not have crossed me. This is the end for you." The pale hand lifted slightly, and still Loki remained still, watching as a gleefully menacing expression crossed his father's face. "Goodbye, son," as his hand came down abruptly, and before he knew it, the sixteen thugs had started to sprint towards him, daggers and knives in the hand of each of them. His own daggers slipped easily from his sleeves and into his hands, and he lashed out, uncaring as several sharp daggers penetrated him. The fight wouldn't last long, he knew, but he would not go down without taking a few of them with him.
His eyes flickered upwards for a moment, showing his bird flying low over the rooftops, and he couldn't help but smile. Nyssius would get the letter soon enough, would read it and burn it to a crisp, and then never think of him again. Loki would not be missed. And that was how it should be.
Warnings: Deathfic, dark.
AU that could be placed any time after they left Tralisia.
Nyssius,
I've been putting off writing this particular letter for a while now. There's always an opportune moment for things, and I believe this to be the one I was waiting for. It isn't easy, writing this; harder then I thought it would be in fact. But nonetheless it has to be done.
I've, regretfully, decided to move on. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you in person, but I thought a note might be easier on both of us. The past few months have been interesting and fulfilling in many ways. It was truly a pleasure to be the first to touch you, to teach you the small and big things, and it's not something I am likely to forget. However, these things are never meant to last, as you should know.
I'm sure that one day, you will find someone to spend the rest of your life with, and none will be happier for you than me. I will remember our time with fondness and hope you can as well.
Loki.
He heard the footsteps as he sent the letter off with the bird he'd acquired for that purpose, and once the flapping of black wings disappeared, he turned around. More men than he'd expected - he counted at least sixteen rather than the seven or eight he had thought would be waiting for him. His lips curled into a smile, a mocking one that made some of the men shift uneasily. But others only glared at him harder, and he knew those would be the ones to gain the most pleasure out of torturing him.
He dismissed the thugs, letting his eyes wander to their leader instead. He didn't look much different from what he remembered. Still the same black hair, cut short, and the same brown eyes that still managed to seem cold despite their warm color. He crossed his arms languidly, quirking an eyebrow at the older man. "Long time no see, Father."
He only received a snarl in return, followed by a hand signal that made the men form a circle around him. He stood in the middle, seeming not to care, lips fixed in that mocking smirk that had always irritated his father so. It still had the same effect, and he could see the man become impatient. And impatient people always made mistakes.
"You should not have crossed me. This is the end for you." The pale hand lifted slightly, and still Loki remained still, watching as a gleefully menacing expression crossed his father's face. "Goodbye, son," as his hand came down abruptly, and before he knew it, the sixteen thugs had started to sprint towards him, daggers and knives in the hand of each of them. His own daggers slipped easily from his sleeves and into his hands, and he lashed out, uncaring as several sharp daggers penetrated him. The fight wouldn't last long, he knew, but he would not go down without taking a few of them with him.
His eyes flickered upwards for a moment, showing his bird flying low over the rooftops, and he couldn't help but smile. Nyssius would get the letter soon enough, would read it and burn it to a crisp, and then never think of him again. Loki would not be missed. And that was how it should be.
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Date: 2006-01-03 08:04 pm (UTC)I KEEL J00
I KEEL J00 TWO TIMES
;O;
(cries incoherently) ;O;
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Date: 2006-01-03 08:08 pm (UTC)*quits writing CRY*