I've missed you all so much (: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been busy with school and whatnot. Ewe. Anyway, this is the epilogue, and I will be writing a sequel. Its name will be "Frosted Hearts", so something like that. I wrote this at two in the morning so don't judge me. (:
The hot sun beats down on Central Park as several SHIELD agents clear out the area. It's takes about ten minutes to evacuate, meanwhile Nymeria and Loki stand under the shade of a giant tree. She leans against the truck, Loki standing in front of her.
"Do you know how long you'll be gone?" She asks, her voice soft and fragile. Her eyes are glued to the ground watching the shadows move on the grass.
Loki softly cups her cheek, lifting her face to look at him. "I don't know, but Thor said he will try to keep my sentence short, though he can't guarantee anything." He whispers.
She nods softly, tears welling in her eyes. She had to bite her lip before she began to cry. Loki seems to notice because his face drops.
"Don't." He whispers. His hands drop down to her waist, pulling her into a hug. His arms snake around her shoulders as she wraps her arms his waist. "Please don't cry."
"I'm not." She whispers into his chest, her voice cracking a little. "I promise."
He sighs, holding her out a little so he can look down at her. "Don't lie to me." He says, his voice flat. Her eyes search his face, a sudden pain in her chest as she sees the grief in his eyes. "Please."
"I won't." She whispers, swallowing back her tears. She smiles sweetly, but she can tell he can still see her despair. "I'll miss you." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.
He pulls her back into the hug and buries his face into her deep black hair. She can feel his breath tickling her neck. "I'll miss you too." He says, barley audible.
The sudden sound of Tony shouting makes them pull apart and they look up at each other.
"Time to go!" Tony yells towards them. "Just kiss and say goodbye already!"
Loki seems to ignore Tony as he takes one of Nymeria's hands in his. "I'll come back. I promise." He brings her hand to his lips and softly kisses it. She smiles, but it's wiped away as soon as his fingers slip off of her hand.
He begins to turn around but Nymeria quickly grabs his arm and he stops. "Wait." She says, her voice sounding unsure. He looks back at her, a sad expression plastered on his face. "Wait." She repeats, and then he turns toward her fully. "I—."
Before she can begin her sentence he pulls on her hand grasping his arm, and she falls into him. As his one hand still holds onto hers, the other finds it's way to her back and pulls her even closer to him. "Stop." He whispers, his lips only inches from hers. "I can't handle it."
Before she has time to think about what he means he leans his head down and softly pushes his lips against hers. His lips are colder than usual, yet his tongue is warm as it lips past her lips. His tongue runs across the top of her mouth, sending a shiver running up her spine.
"Loki! Time to go!" Tony yells, obviously annoyed.
They pull apart and they both begin panting. He pulls away from her, making her suddenly feel colder, lonelier. After he gets about ten feet from her he stops and looks back at her. A tear slowly falls from her eyes.
"I will be back."
OR, TO BE CONTINUED? You'll see soon enough (: So I'm going to start on the next story today so you guys might get a chapter tonight (: