Death.
That is what he wished for. Loki, the god of mischief and lies, wished for death. It was the only way he knew he could escape this pain he felt. It has been two years since he was imprisoned for attempting to take over Midgard. Two years since he had been kidnapped from his cell in Asgard by one enemy he wished he would never see again. Thanos. He was the reason Loki was in this mess. He had controlled Loki using the Tesserect. Now that Loki had failed, he would slowly and brutally torture Loki until there was nothing left in him. He would break Loki until he was nothing but a shell. He had already succeeded, for the most part. Loki hung from the dim cell's wall, slowly bleeding out, with no dignity left. Pain rushed throughout his entire body. His favorite suit of armor, badly dented by the daily blows Loki recieved from the Chintauri guards. He had be told constantly that he was worthless, a runt, and a disgrace to his family. His magic was stripped away until he was left a weakling. Loki expected, even wished for death. But he never expected a savior.
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A Break in the ice (Currently being edited!)
FanfictionTwo years have passed since Loki's attempt to steal Midgard was foiled by the Avengers. Two years have passed since Loki was kidnapped and brutally tortured by Thanos in ways he did not deserve. Loki expected death, but he did not expect a savior.
