Hello readers present and future!

I finally got around to updating! It was just so hard for me to get around to writing this, but I finally did, so yay me! :)

Well, here it is. The epilogue. I hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Did I own any of this in the previous chapters? No. Do I own any of this now, or for the foreseeable future? Most likely not.

The Sun Has Gone Out

It was suddenly very dark.

The last thing Loki remembered was his bloodied and bruised hand closing around the time stone, the green energy ripping through him like electricity. He may have screamed, he may have fallen to the ground, his every instinct may have told him to let go, but he held on. He remembered what Thanos said all to vividly, and the irony was almost hilarious. You could never wield it without frying yourself. In that arena, at least, Thanos had not lied.

In the moments in which Loki believed he would take his last breath, he held one last memory, of his big brother's last moments, his last words: "You're going to die for that!" Well, the God of Thunder hadn't been wrong. At least Loki had fulfilled his brother's final promise, and at least Thor's death would not be in vain. But he wished he had done something differently, maybe if he hadn't acted so brashly, both brothers could have lived. Or at least, the one who deserved it more.

And now, Loki was here, in this darkness so contrasting to the bright sun of Wakanda. And it seemed to be somehow even hotter here than it had been in the African country. Was this Hel? Somehow, Loki had expected it to be a lot brighter, but again, he still didn't know what Hel looked like, so he couldn't really have expectations for the place, he supposed.

Suddenly, he heard voices. Instinct had him duck out of sight. He risked peeking into the next room, to see where he was. He nearly gasped aloud at what he saw.

It looked like a mirror image of the spaceship they had fled Asgard on - after Thanos had destroyed it. There was wreckage and bodies everywhere. There was an odd purple lighting to the place. And there, in the center of the room, was a large figure that Loki was all too accustomed too by now. Thanos.

I thought I killed that bastard! What the f-

And then, he saw the person struggling to get to his feet, coughing up blood. And all the breath left Loki's chest, because he knew that person - better than anyone else in the universe.

"Brother?" Loki whispered, sinking to the ground a scooting towards Thor, who looked up at loki. Thor didn't understand the expression on his brother's face, like it had been so long since they'd seen each other, but he knew it was better than Loki's I'm-going-to-stab-you-now face.

"Loki?" Thor asked, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He felt his brother's hand on his back, and was surprised at how cool it seemed. A second later, though, warm energy coursed through the thunderer as his injuries all healed.

"Stay here," the younger sibling whispered.

This time, Loki knew exactly where to find the blade. And he knew exactly when to step in with a quippy line, so maybe Thanos or the Black Order wouldn't notice the protection spell the trickster was casting on Thor. Maybe only one of them could live, and if it had to be one of them, it had to be Thor.

An ear splitting crack reverberates through the ship.

The end.