-Loki's POV-
•A bit over seven months ago•
My eyes snap open.
I heard it all...
My eyes tear up as I remember Y/N's confessions, her tears, her sadness, and Thor taking care of her, but I smile when I realize I get to see her again.
I'm okay.
The protection shield that's keeping me stable lifts from over me, disappearing fully.
I slowly manage to sit up and look around, but nobody is in the room with me.
I feel a needle stick into my neck, and I begin to feel even weaker than I already am.
"You're going to cooperate with us because if you don't make a realistic illusion, your pretty little girlfriend will be punished." A man hisses in my ear.
I gulp and nod.
I have to help them...
"And if you do anything funny, we'll even include your brother in the punishment."
I nod again, so they inject me, and the serum quickly completely heals my wounds.
They inject a couple more things into me, and I feel my energy slowly returning.
I use my energy to form a realistic illusion of me dead. Then a witch cements the illusion into a physical me.
"Goodbye, my love..." I whisper.
Magic restricting handcuffs appear on my wrists before I'm pulled backward through a portal.
They drag me along, bringing me through the hallways of a ship.
I eventually slam into the ground as they throw me down onto the floor.
When I look up, I see a throne rotating toward me.
Thanos...
"Well, well, well... if it isn't the shriveled up raisin himself." I chuckle lightly.
"Ah, Loki... it's been quite a long time."
"Not long enough," I growl.
"That's no way to greet the man who holds your fate, Thor's fate, and your precious Y/N's fate in his hands."
Before thinking, I yell, "You're disgusting! You killed mine and Y/N's baby!"
Thanos snaps his fingers, and a witch appears before casting a spell right in front of me, making me see Y/N in agony.
She's watching 'me' be lowered into the ground as she sobs uncontrollably.
I swallow hard and attempt to fight back my own tears, "You sick bastard!" I manage to scream.
Thanos laughs lowly, "Hmm... if I recall correctly, you're the one who made the illusion, not me."
I grit my teeth.
He's right. I caused the pain... but I had to. I couldn't bear to let her be killed! She deserves everything...
"You made me do it..." I counter, "You caused the pain. You simply used me to follow through with your plan of pain."
Thanos hums and snaps his fingers again.
In response, the witch makes the image of Y/N a three-dimensional projection while she sobs into the ground.
I shake my head as tears coat my cheeks.
"Stop it... make her forget me... please?" I beg.
I know that would be a terrible thing to do. It would be a temporary fix, but I can't stand Y/N being forced to go through this excruciating pain.
"Quite the selfish request. You just don't want to feel guilty."
I glare at Thanos, "No. There are no ulterior motives behind my actions, unlike yours."
Thanos slowly nods before standing up, his heavy titan weight creating vibrations through the ship floor as he walks toward me.
"I don't lie..." He whispers as he grips my jaw tightly, "I always tell people my true intentions."
I laugh despite his iron grip, "Sure you do..."
Thanos squeezes even harder, surprisingly not breaking my jaw... yet...
"You're a pathetic god."
I scoff, "And you're a worthless titan."
Thanos glares at me, then finally lets my face out of his grasp.
"Take him away," Thanos commands.
I smirk a bit, "Oh, so I don't have to see your revolting face anymore? Good."
Thanos punches me across the face. My head snaps to the side as I feel blood already beginning to trickle down inside my nose.
Suddenly, two pairs of hands grab my arms and pull me away.
I spend, gods know how long in a cell. The whole time I think about Y/N.
Every now and then, a witch will come into my cell and smirk as they cast a three-dimensional projection of Y/N, making me 'check in' on her crying, mourning, killing.
I now understand how she felt about the revenge killing. It's understandable. It's what we have to do to find closure. Perhaps it's 'unacceptable,' but it's what is needed. It makes sense, and I love her just the same.
I see every single wound that leaves another scar on her body. Beautiful scars... lovely scars... scars I want to kiss softly, lovingly, gently, hopefully making my love feel a bit better.
I just want to blow this stupid ship up, killing these monsters.
At this point, it's been maybe seven months.
I see her going through therapy, anger management classes, nightmares, and long tiring nights.
I see every soul-shattering sob, every missed meal, every time she talks to me.
It's impossible to watch...
I'm kneeling in my cell, my neck cuffed to the wall, forcing me to look at the heartwrenching illusion of Y/N planting y/f/f around our bench, then placing a regular and a small tombstone next to each other in the beautiful garden.
It breaks my heart.
I want to be able to sit there with her, hold her, love her, and mourn our baby together.
I can't even close my teary bloodshot eyes since the witches don't allow it aside from blinking.
"You know... Thanos sent me down to earth, eh, maybe eight months ago..." One witch begins.
My eyes snap to her as she stares at me with her pupilless glowing white eyes.
She smirks when she sees my flaring nostrils as I tug at my restraints, desperately wanting to strangle her.
"My name is Azara."
I shrug, "Too many a's," I state bluntly.
I can't quite tell, but I believe she rolled her eyes.
"Well, you won't make so many snarky remarks when I tell you..." Azara steps closer and smirks, "I killed your baby."
Pure anger flows over my body, and I rip my arms free of the cuffs while breaking free of the collar too.
I grip Azara's neck and squeeze.
"You're a bitch." I hiss.
She shoves me backward with her magic, hooking me up with even stronger chains.
I can't even do a thing about it because the magic restrictor cuffs have practically merged with my wrists.
My eyes flood with tears, "How could you?" I whisper.
"Oh, it was easy. I just used some spells."
My mouth opens, but no words come out.
How could someone do something so wretched?...
"You are sick..." I mumble.
She just cackles before sauntering out of the room, leaving the projection of Y/N going as she sobs.