...As Red As Blood//Magic!Anon//Open
'Protect the Heir at all costs.' That was Loki's only thought as he stared down the crowd of assassins. 'The Heir lives, no matter what' It was a mantra, something he heard the guards memorize. It was their duty to protect the future of Asgard, Loki was disposal.
But the guards were gone, Loki stood as a lone figure between the assassins and his brothers room. It was the dead of night, the assassins already took out the guards posted at their doors, it would take five minutes for backup. Five minutes was enough time to kill a man and get away with it, Loki knew that well.
So he stood, blade in his hand, ready to defend the family that never bothered to defend him. Odin be damned, Thor was the only one Loki cared about, the only one who cared for Loki. If anyone was going to hurt Thor, it would be Loki.
The assassins began their attack, surrounding Loki in a circle. He was outnumbered, but Loki had a weapon sharper than his blade, his mind. The first one struck, charging at him with an axe. Loki dodged, moving behind the assassin and snapped his neck. While the body fell, Loki grabbed the axe and impaled it into the next assassin.
Numbers three moved behind Loki and grabbed his arms, four and five charged at him in a team. The prince smirked. In a fluid movement, Loki flung his body upward, flipping in the air and dragging the assassins arms into a satisfying snap, then pushed him into the weapon of assassin four, pivoted, and used his knife to decapitate assassin five.
Blood spattered his green tunic, a wicked grin covering his face as he started down the final assassin. He made his charge, but Loki miscalculated, Assassin three was alive, and took the moment of surprise, and his last bit of life, to slice Loki's leg.
Loki cried out in anger and stumbled to his knee, no longer able to support his full body. And in his moment of weakness, the final assassin struck, impaling a blade directly through his chest.
The prince felt no pain as blood blossomed through the wound in his chest, only the fire of anger. Emerald eyes, glazed with poison, watched helplessly as the Assassin began to walk away, and Loki knew what would happen next. He send for backup, take the golden haired oaf by surprise, stab him through the heart with a poison blade...Asgards future would be destroyed in mere moments.
Loki couldn't let such a future come to his brother. Without hesitation or regret, Loki pulled the blade from his chest, a cry of agony escaped him as the pain set in, poison quickly spreading through his veins. But Loki would be dammed if he let the monster get away, and so with the last of his energy he threw his ebony blade, and struck the assassins heart.
Loki's visioned blurred, he felt the warmth of his own blood soak through his clothes. And...he laughed. A cold, empty laugh that echoed through the halls. This is how it would end? On a cold floor, covered in his own blood? A cruel ending to the tale indeed, but one fitting for Loki. Left to drown in his own pool of blood...he preferred it to passing sick in bed with no one to remember him.
And as he fell to the floor, vision slowly fading, he whispered into the empty hall, filled with bodies "Thor....i'm sorry..." and then everything went black.
