Loki Alone

What Happened?

*Peter's POV*

One Year Ago:

"For crimes against Asgard and it's royal family, I hereby sentence you to death." Odin's voice boomed. I could feel his tight grip holding me, and my feet dangling over nothingness. I felt my rage boiling, but an overwhelming sense of fear kept me quiet until there was nothing. No wrinkly old face spitting venomous words to my face, no foul breath attacking my lungs, no hand holding me. Falling is such a strange sensation, if you called this falling. Space is weird like that, no up or down, just you, and the cold vacuum of nothing.

I don't remember much else other than that, next thing I knew I was waking up chained to something solid, with an aching pain from where Odin's hands held my throat a little too tightly. "Earth correct?" Some unseen figure questioned. His voice was deep, rich, almost regal like. "What?" I croaked out sending pain shooting through my throat. My vocal box rubbed against my skin, so dry I wouldn't be surprised if they caught fire. "Earth, that's where you're from? Is it not?" He stepped into the light, maybe not a he, more of an it. The thing was huge, purple cracked skin, definitely not human. Peter Parker wanted to scream, ALIENS EXIST, I'M WITH EXTRATERRESTRIAL LIFE. Spider-man, the more practical one tensed in uncertainty "Where am I?" I tugged my chains a little, but found my body drained of all strength. There was a feeling of cold metal along my arm, then pain waves as I felt my warm blood soak my sleeve. A girl with red hair, and green skin stepped into the light twirling her blade. The bigger man took her under his arm and gave the slightest smile, "I asked you a question boy. When I ask, you answer or Gamora here will skin you alive. So, are you or are you not from Earth?" His voice now demanded, and Gamora came up with her knife placed directly below my chin. "I am, who are you?" He smiled at the mention of Earth, and frowned at my question. He gave Gamora a nod to which she kneed my gut and sliced my face. I couldn't help but let out a grunt of pain, "What the hell? You're gonna pay for this!" I shouted. "Insolent child. What do you not understand, I ask, you answer." He said, while she slit. "What do you not understand? I answered your question, now let me go home. I don't want to fight you but I will if it means I get to go home." I said spitting the blood out of my mouth. Gamora prepared for another swing before the big man laughed and waved her away. "Fight me? You are nothing more than the ant under my boot. Besides you have no quarrel with me, you can go home once I'm through with you." He said calmly, the kind of emotionless that reminded me of Loki, but was much MUCH worse. "Who are you?" I asked once again, only to receive several more hits to my stomach. "Feisty one aren't you? If you must know, Thanos. Now tell me, what is it you most love?"

~Time Skip~

"Peter. Peeteer." A familiar voice cooed. "Peter, get up!" He shouted, my eyes opened and there stood Loki. Lively as ever, a big smile plastered over his face. What can I say, it was contagious. I felt my own lips curl into a smile. Loki leaned over on top of me and pulled out his dagger, his face quickly turned to a cool disappointment. "You've been a bad boy Peter." he said almost as if he was trying to seduce me. Being a mentally ill teenager I couldn't help but find it hot, "Loki I-" I started, but before I could finish my sentence he angrily thrusted his dagger into my ribcage, and yelled "That's not my name." His face warped and twisted into some grotesque form. I could feel slices, and punches hitting me from all sides. Just when it felt my body could take no more I was met with sweet dark nothingness. I don't know how long I slept for but as I began to awake I heard a familiar voice coo to me "Peter. Peeteer."

~Time Skip~

My name. I can't remember my name. For days now Thanos has asked me for my name, but I simply cannot remember. Where I'm from? Gone. My family? Gone. I do however know Thanos saved me. I know he rescued me from near death, taught me to be strong. I am to lead his army to a planet called Earth. He says that's where I'm from, where Tony Stark is. Tony Stark, the man who stole everything from me. That's why Thanos has granted me the opportunity to exact my revenge. Tony Stark will be paid back in full for everything he's done, I will leave him exactly where he left me, with no family, no love, no home to call his own, only pain. There is one last thing I do remember. Not a name, but the face of the man who made me as I am today. Thanos may have saved me, but he is no savior. He sent his twisted and demented man to make me as I am today. His greasy black hair, and wild green eyes have been burned into my mind. He is my pain, and yet he is my strength. And now here he stands before me, calling to me as he has a hundred times before, "Peter."