MCU + Asgard React to ONLY Loki [Canon/Fanon]

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With much struggle, he barely managed to crawl to the portal. The mist holding him back flew up into the portal. He could hear the clang of Mjolnir as she dropped to the floor.

However, all good things- moments rather, must come to end as the Midgardian saying goes as Thor was suddenly swept into the portal. He screamed in a high-pitch voice, eyes going blurry as he was whipped around a never-ending tunnel of green, gold, and black.

His vision went black.

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Asgard

"You've come to see me?" Loki quietly asked, eyes not once wavering towards Fandral. 

Fandral sadly smiled. "Of course, I did. I am right here, aren't I?" 

Loki sighed, slowly getting up from his trashed spot in his destroyed cell. He carelessly tread through broken glass from forgotten dishes from meals, leaving bloody footprints behind him. Books were torn apart, the pages lining the cell like some sort of confetti.

Blood and scratch mark decorated the blank walls. A large dent was punched into the wall.

"Be honest, Fandral. Why are you here?" Loki sighed, leaning against the stretchy seidr that kept the prisoners in. It would have shocked any normal Asgardian - but Loki wasn't Asgardian. Not to mention, the pain was nothing compared to what he'd been through in the past. "Does Odin want my head? Or does he just want my lips sewn shut again?"

Fandral wasn't appalled. Something in the blond's mind lingered. He pushed it away.

"I spent some time in the library," he said over Loki's snort. "I found this mortal book."

"Really? I thought you didn't like to read," the ravenette smiled. "How strange."

Fandral chuckled. "I don't. The words never make any sense. I believe you mentioned I had that one... it was Midgardian. Dys... something. Where the words are always scrambled and nothing makes sense. And the... letters and symbols are hard to interpret."

"Dyslexic?" Loki said. Fandral snapped a gloved finger. "That's the word I was looking for."

Loki laughed and shook his head. "What is the book called?" 

"It's called the..." Fandral squinted. "Prose Edda. By Snorri Sturluson. I found a poem on you. It's called the Lokasenna. It talks about that little flyting you had with the Asgardian council a few centuries back. Very... informational, I believe."

"Oh? The one where I commented on everyone's flaws and then got punished for it?" he asked. Fandral paled but nodded. "That's the flyting." Loki sighed. He pointed to the small slot in the cell where items could be sent in. 

With one glance towards Volstagg, who was secretly guarding them, Fandral slipped in the book. "I did, ahem, bookmark the page. Pages," he jittered awkwardly on his feet. He watched Loki pick up the book, running a bandaged finger over the rough spine of the book. [1]

"Prose Edda," he said, feeling the words on his tongue. "I've heard about this book before. I think I read something like it before. I never knew that they've made a poem about me. I must admit, I am ashamed with myself for not finding out sooner."

"And boost your every-lasting ego?" he quietly teased. Loki had to snort. 

"Oh, please. Let's see here..." he began to read off of the page. By now, Hogun, who had been guarding the door that lead to the actual dungeons had come down, flanking Volstagg who also seemed intrigued at the poem. Fandral knelt against one of the pillars.