In a flash, the words he’d once used to taunt Thor came back to haunt him.
“This day, the next, a hundred years, it’s nothing! It’s a heartbeat. You’ll never be ready. The only woman whose love you prized will be snatched from you," he’d said then, in cruel jest. Oh, what a laugh the Fates must be having now!
He looked down at Darcy, tears forming in his eyes. She looked so peaceful, as though she were only asleep, and would soon awake to berate him for watching her slumber. But she was gone, the doctors had confirmed. He only hoped she was in a better realm.
He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Thor stood beside him, and Loki could hear Jane quietly sobbing into his brother’s shoulder.
He looked up quickly in anger, realising that those were the exact words he’d told his brother before. How quick Thor had been to jump at the chance to pay Loki back for his earlier malice!
But then he saw tears in Thor’s eyes as well, and realised that his brother had only meant well. There was nothing else that could be done now, save for bidding his love farewell.
He brushed her hair away from her face, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Darcy suddenly inhaled deeply and opened her eyes. Loki moved back in shock before quickly reaching for her hand, unable to believe what was happening before him.
"Hello, my Prince Charming," Darcy smiled. "Have I awoken in a fairytale?"