S.O.S. to the God in Need
Everybody in the room was stock still. The new information was slowly sinking in, the horrible reality that happened came crashing down.
A few of the servants started bursting out crying, warrior soldiers blinked in astonishment, Thor and Frigga wept silent tears, the Avengers had no idea what was going on,and Odin was staring at Loki. Nobody knew how to react exactly.
Loki, on the other hand, had cleaned his dagger and 'poofed' it out of existence. He looked up, his eyes sweeping over everyone. "No one? Ahh- well I kind-of guesssed that would hapeen." Slurring of words was not a common occurrence for one with the name of Loki Silvertongue. Loki started to sway, blinking his eyes,he fell to his knees. From his knees, he fell to the floor face down. Blood started to pool underneath his body and gasps rippled through the crowd.
Thor screamed, "LOKI!" He ran to go help his brother, but ran right into Loki'd shield. Ends up he didn't lower it, maybe he put it up again? Anyways, Loki was essentially bleeding out and nobody could help him. With the court rooms doors locked, nobody could get in the room to help.
Odin and Frigga started to chant spells, but nothing was helping. Warriors hit the walls with their weapons trying to get out and yelling for him to stay awake. That was a worthless effort because Loki was obliviously knocked out cold.
Odin looked at Loki and asked Frigga a question that stopped all activities, "How is he able to hold his shield up if he is unconcious? No known seidr user has ever been able to do so."
Frigga looked over at him with tears in her eyes, "Something happened to him. Something terrible." Tears streamed down her face. Odin pulled her into his arms and she wept in silent terror. Odin looked at Thor, who had angry tears rolling down his face, and felt something he hadn't felt since Loki's supposed death. He felt the sadness of a lost son. Thor was hitting the shield with Mjolnir as hard as he could, straining to make something help his brother. It made no dent or difference.
Whilst people were trying to get out and help, the wind started to pick up in the room. Gusts blew through the room, and once again another black portal opened up. And, of course, the Chitauri leader stepped out. He looked at the bleeding body on the floor and laughed a deep bellowing laugh. A few Asgardians snarled.
"Ah! A broken man brought to his knees by mere injuries! If I didn't see it with my own eyes I would not believe it! I would have thought something more would have brought him down." Walking towards Loki's prone form, he giggled. Talking to himself, he said, "Master will be proud of me. I finally took down the traitor. Truly this will give me some reward." He bent down and whispered loud enough for all to hear, "The outcast has finally been cast out. Hehe. Guess your illusions won't help you now..."
Standing up he turned towards his spectators, "I bet you wanna know what happened. Well the tale is that we stole your precious prince, who was king at the time, and replaced him with a clone. He didn't help the Jotuns ruin the crown prince's ceremony, we did and framed Loki for it. Once he went to go help his stranded idiotic brother, we stole him away and conditioned him as our own. Unfortunately he wouldn't accept his new fate so we had too... break and remodel him. Multiple times. Then he escaped, we followed and he ran, he came here, we defeated him here. The end. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a body to collect and a master to please." Turning he looked upon the spot where Loki had lain just a second ago.
The body wasn't there. The blood pool still soaked the corridor floor, but any traces of an actually body disappeared. No trails of blood or anything.
Silence engulfed the room. Thor looked hopelessly lost, Odin blank faced, Frigga sad, the Avengers extremely confused or too understanding, and the rest just were staring in speculation.
A brilliant green light burst behind the Chitauri. A voice belonging to the one and only Loki was standing behind the mage with a grin on his face and dagger buried the monsters back, "Don't believe everything you see, it might not be real." Then he stabbed him. The Chitauri quickly flipped around and removed the blade from his back. In one smooth motion he then turned the attack on Loki, sticking it in his stomach. Fumbling for a second, the Chitauri opened the portal again, "This is not over. The war is coming and I will be the one who brings you down. Remember this moment, for this is when I sentenced you to death." Then he fell in the black hole.
Loki pulled the dagger from his stomach and flung it across the room. Spitting out blood, he made a hand motion that dissolved the shield for good. Turning towards the royal family, he smiled and softly said, "I'm home."