[this is in conjunction with Thor's funeral chapter for Loki. This part concludes in the next chapter with a reception.]

No matter what I say I'm not over you

And that's what the poor doctor thought he felt. As he stepped up to that podium, he could clearly see the few spectators in the narrow crowd; Thor, who he had become close enough to call a friend and if fate hadn't been so cruel to Loki, maybe even a brother. Then there was the man sitting beside Thor, Tony Stark, the man who helped mend his broken heart, and eventually found his place in it as well. At the waking moments before this funeral, the doctor was a sad, broken man still in constant mourning, but today they had all come together to remember one god. The sorcerer gulped and felt his mouth go dry before he parted his lips to start his speech.

A good friend of mine once said to me,

I can love you and still let you go.

So, Loki?

I love you,

and I let you go.

And... I miss you.

And.. I hope that wherever you go next you feel peace,

you feel safe in a way you never did here.

I hope wherever you go next,

I hope you know that I love you.