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“ This what you wanted, Loki?” Thor asked. He stood outside of the cell looking angered and sad.

Yes. This is exactly what Loki wanted. He pushed everyone away and over the edge. Everything went accordingly. Nobody would suspect a thing either way, what do you expect from the god of lies, mischief and chaos?

It wasn’t exactly like he had anyone.

Odin wanted him to be ‘manly’ to be a warrior. To be Thor. He failed that long ago. Odin freely shamed him for magic, calling him womanly. Disregarding that he was also a she, she was a woman at times sometimes they were neither. Sometimes both.

Thor thought his magic to be jest. The warrior three loathed Loki, Sif too.

“ Yes.” He replied nonchalantly, despite the guilt he drowned in.

Thor clenched his fist staring Loki directly in the eyes. “ Do you truly feel no remorse for your crimes against Midgard? For all the people you slaughtered.”

“ Odin does not care about the crimes against Midgard, he thinks of the mortals life’s much as useless as I do.”

Thor growled. “ You have done it brother, mother has given up on you, father, and now I have. You have nobody, there’s no one to save you.” He stormed out.

Loki sighed leaning against the white wall. Solitary confinement would drive him crazy. He knew that himself, but just like Thor said he had no one to help him escape. Thanos is coming, there’s no way to warn anybody, not like people would believe him, but he knew that.

Loki wonders if he’ll come for revenge, or has he thrown Loki away since he is of no use. None of that matters anymore, to Loki, anyway. Thor would be able to successfully defeat Thanos, with the avengers and others. Thor would forget about Loki, it wouldn’t hurt as much if Thanos decided to kill him.

This is what he wanted.

Again, he also wanted to tell everyone so badly about the horrors of torture from Thanos. Tell them they were in danger and that he’s innocent. To see something other than disappointment from Thors and Frigga’s eyes. To cry while they held him.

No.

no he didn’t want that
That was a lie.

He survived this long without much support, he didn’t need sympathy. Everything fell into place, exactly how he wanted.

He had no expectations to live up to anymore, asides from a murder and liar, and a few other titles as well.

Now he had to wait. Wait for whoever is coming. Whoever came first. So it be Thanos, or Thor. Maybe his mother would come to visit him.

He scratched his leg harshly, relaxing in the stinging feeling.

He pondered why Odin didn’t kill him. Frigga was the only reason he isn’t dead, hadn’t she given up on him?

Loki knew Odin never cared for him, he learned it the hard way. Finding out he was Jotuun explained everything. It truly did.

If Thor was in this situation would others care?

Yes. They would care. Everyone would care. Even you. You would care and you know it Loki.

Of course.

Thor would be given a petty punishment and everyone would move on. Even Frigga would’ve reacted differently. Even so, he ignores that.

To have someone show him affection, he'll put up with any treatment.

Thanos reminded of his place in Asgard, he did a god damn good job at that, he wasn’t the only to be reminded of his place. Thor did, Odin did, Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun.

If the avengers knew of his weakness would they exploit it? Would Thor exploit it? Probably. Would he be allowed a second chance?

No, you've succeeded in your plan. The only thing that poses a threat now is your own thoughts.

He brought a hand to his neck scratching endlessly. He dug his nails in his neck, drawing blood, then briefly stopped to see the blood then continued.

You will invade Midgard and get the tesseract, in return I allow you to rule Midgard. You do not have a choice, Jotuun .Weakness is what got you here in the first place.

Trying to kill yourself. Coward.

Thanos' voice rang in his head. Frost giant. Living with its enemies. The manically smile he had every time Loki screamed. Pain unbearable pain. Burning, the smell of his burnt flesh. The sourching, the darkness.

Maybe. Maybe telling the truth wouldn’t be so bad.

You cannot be so desperate to call to Thor's feet and beg for forgiveness.

“Loki.”

Lokis head shot up. “ Thor? Back already?”

Thor let down the barrier to his cell.

“ Do you think Thanos would let you go so easily?”

Loki's stomach sank. What happened to not caring if Thanos captured you?

“ They've removed your magic haven't they? They declawed the Jotuun.”

Loki's hands trembled. “ He will make you long for something sweet as pain, don't tell me you've forgotten us already.”

“ You– the tesseract is here. I succeeded, you failed to realise that.”

Ebony maw seemed to ignore that comment. He opened a portal. “ It is time.”

“ I am not going to that hel hole.” He hissed.

Ebony Maw did not spare a glance at him before dragging him in. Loki couldn't do much after that Hulk smash he was worn out.

A few guards came and Odin appeared with the rest of his family. Frigga closed the portal, the guards got hold of Loki. Ebony Maw was gone.
“Loki! You try to escape with your chitauri soldiers? You bring massive shame for Asgard.”Odin roared.

“ We have all given you a second chance, I do not know how to contain you any longer. You will be banished to earth with these avengers until you redeem yourself.”

“ Thor take the frost giant. I do not want to see him again.”

The avengers did not want to see Loki either. They would send him to be slaughtered. Frigga was the only one preventing that, she isn't anymore. She spared not one glance at Loki as Thor and the guards brought him to the bifrost, but this is what he wanted. He couldn't be having second thoughts about this.

He imagined how it would go with Thor's buddies. Barton would spit in his face most likely. Stark would find it funny. The beast would smash him into the ground again. The widow would immediately detain him. Rodgers.. He'd look confused, then send him to Fury, and Fury would probably torture him? Maybe let his agents do the dirty work. Or maybe the avengers would join in?

Make him a servant ready to follow their every order.