Unwanted Answers
Everybody pretty much either flinched or jumped from the blast from the Chitauri. Expecting the pain of being shot, some of the citizens cringed. Only, it never came. Green energy rippled all around everyone.
Looking at the Chitauri, he looked vaguely annoyed and rather frustrated. He was not pleased with the unfortunate (very fortunate) turn of events. On the other hand, Loki looked rather distacted. With him beating the snot out of the Chitauri soldiers. The leader turned and gave a rather grunt compliment to Loki, "Always another step ahead no matter what we do. Always another step. With your shields and protection. Illusions and lies." As if thinking, he stood for a moment only watching the fight. He probably was enjoying the entertainment.
Thor was not enjoying it one little bit. Neither were the Avengers. Or the other Asgardians. Or Frigga. Or Odin... Nobody was happy with Loki fighting the Chitauri by himself. Of course for different reasons, but still not happy. Thor and Frigga were worried, Odin was not pleased with the entire situation, the Avengers were concerned over a thought that there was a conflict going on with them there, and the Asgard citizens weren't that comfortable with the idea of someone like Loki being able to defeat such an enemy.
Loki was not apprehensive to any of these thoughts or feelings though. With his daggers and staff he was knocking down Chitauri soldiers in large amounts. His agility and strength helped but he used his magic as well. Casting doubles down everywhere, he confused any who actually got close enough to strike. His illusion fading as if never there in the first place. Flipping and turning, Loki made it look as if it was just an elaborate dance he had improvised. He was winning... and then he wasn't. Reinforcements came in from the other side of the portal and managed to clear the entire room of Loki illusions. It was the real deal Loki and he didn't look to pleased with the new development.
The Chituari attacked and they got an arrow in the side, dagger in the thigh, and nicked with the space alien gun. Thor, of course, broke the silence with his scream, "LOKI!" Loki gave him a glance and a small smile, ripped the weapons from his body and continued to fight as if nothing happened in the first place.
With a quick 180 turn, the leader was faced towards the majority of the group again. With a vicious smile plastered on his ugly face, he declared happily, "Let's tell a story." Blacking out the shield from its previous green glow, darkness swallowed the space once filled with light, he showed it like a movie from Midgard, or Earth. Everyone inside the bubble was oblivious to what happened to the outside.
"You see it all began when he walked the paths of Yggdrasil. We call such paths shadow paths because you do not announce yourself so loudly as you would do with the Bifrost. Loki has a talent in which it makes him... unique. Shadow paths are nearly impossible to walk unless you are a Norn. In this case, Loki is not and has the ability to travel between realms without being detected. Without the enemy knowing."
Images floated across the only black surface, much like a movie or film.
"Once Loki fell to his 'supposed death', our master caught him from the Void. He wanted a new soldier. A new spy that could go anywhere in the Nine Realms. Places he could not go."
A few sharp gasps were heard throughout the rooms including Frigga, which now had the scariest death glare in the entire history of the Asgardians.
"We offered him freedom, a loving family, to be a king, we offered him everything." The Mage let out a frustrated sigh, "And yet with everything we offered him, he refused. He fought with the bravery of a bold warrior and no one could stop him."
Flashes of dead Chitauri soldiers and Loki using magic, daggers, swords, shield and ext. flung across the dome. Loki was victorious in all of the pictures. With each new photo, new injuries showed. Fatigue started showing in his face, sweat glistened his face along with blood.
"Of course the only thing that stopped him was himself. He lasted days and wiped out a good majority of my army. Yet we made him fall to his knees. To weak to make himself get up."
Loki fell to his knees, to many injuries and weariness weighed down his body. He tried getting up but he couldn't. His body wouldn't allow it. The Chituari jumped and the last thing you heard was Loki scream. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence soon after.
The Chitauri soldier then proceeded with happiness evident in his voice, "Hehe. That was before all the fun began..."
Rapid if imagines flew by. Toture, screams, cries for help, and tears overtook everyone at once. Loki on a rock was being burnt, flayed, skinned alive, amputated and more. All for control. Phrases were constant to put him down, mockery and laughs were always there.
And yet Loki never broke. Not until the mind stone came into play.
The stone ripped everything he knew from right underneath him. Changing memories, his thoughts were different, even his eyes changed color. They never stopped until they got what they wanted all along. Control.
The Chitauri never knew it till it was too late. Loki locked a part of his mind away, waiting for the perfect chance to attack and escape. Caught unaware, he attacked his tortures first. Suicide was a common thing in the desolate rock so nobody thought anything of it. Once he successfully killed a few of the tortures, he killed his guards. Using the skin he collected as a mask, he slipped out.
Alarms blared and soldiers were swarming after him. Loki ran as fast as he could, his body already breaking from the months of torture. He prayed to the Norns he would make it to the edge and jump. And they granted him his wish. Hurtling his body over the edge, he fell back into the Void were he couldn't get to him.
Later in the year, the Chituari found Loki. They battled and lost. Loki escaped again. They did that at least 10 more times before Loki ended up in Asgard. And now they stand, the Chituari probably fighting a losing battle.
The blackness engulfed the room once more. The people were just too shocked to speak. Surely it must be false. Right?
About a minute or so later, in complete silence, the black fell away suddenly. People either blinked their eyes or went to cover them. Either way, everyone saw Loki. And he was pissed.
Loki's eyes were glowing green and energy was literally spilling out from them. His body was tense and bleeding. New injuries were scattered across his body, leaking blood. Chituari bodies were littered all over the floor, not a single one alive.
The Midgardians were taken back. This definitely wasn't the same Loki they had faced. This Loki was more vicous, calculated, and ready to strike like a viper. Defiantly not the once they faced.
Loki's staff was glowing green as well. Not normal, it was enchanted. Swinging it around with expertise, he spoke, "Your going to regret ever living, beast. You will suffer at the hands of Lady Death. For she does not appreciate you hurting her realm." Everybody could feel the power radiating off of Loki. It was like heat after a long long winter. Or the first blow of winter after a too hot summer. Both sensations extremely welcomed. The Æsir tensed, never had they felt magic that felt so right.
The Mage smiled and simply said, "I love it how you never saw 'monster.' Is it because you think you're one?"
Daggers started pelting his body. Shrieking in pain, he opened another black portal and sneered at Loki, "This is not over weakling. There will be another time. I will make you now to him. No matter where you run or where you try and hide, we will find you. You will kneel, or we will make you."
He jumped in just in time just as Loki's staff embedded itself in the wall behind the portal, still vibrating from all the power it possessed.
He turned and faced the group. Calmly wiping the blood from his daggers, and slowly letting his power and shield down he simply asks a simple and calm question, "Any questions?"