Loki imagines

(Angst) It's just me

Loki had his breath coming with short puffs of air that turn visible once it came out, the cold exposing his blue skin. It made him feel uncomfortable and ashamed. His body afloat with Proxima Midnight's magic. His arms stretched wide and his feet close together. His patterns slightly glowing in the dark as he tried to hide his face from the audience; Thanos and the black order.

"You failed," Thanos' grimy voice echoed across the walls, making Loki's heart spike up. Pressuring himself not to move too much for he would hit himself with the needles that were inches close, "Again..and again."

"I tried my best," Loki coughed, "I really did."

"Did I give you permission to talk?" Slowly, Thanos moved to the spotlight, waving a hand in dismissal. As he grew closer, Proxima moved away with the needles coming with her needles coming with her. But the magic kept him afloat, "I gave you many chances to bring me the tesseract. Both failed."

Loki shook his head, unknowingly letting tears flow down his dirty cheeks. The water spreading the grime.

"Continue what you want, Proxima.." Thanos orders, stepping away slowly, "Until he decides to do it right."

Loki woke up by his own loud scream, sitting up with a racing heart. Still, even if he woke up with nightmares each night, he was still forced to stay by the dungeons.

From the random thundering footsteps from the distance, it only made him panic more. Clawing the sheets but he wouldn't move. What was the point? He was stuck here anyway.

"Please, not again," He covered his face with his sweaty hands when the door opens, saying the same phrase over and over like a chant. When he felt hands on his shoulder, he jumoed, only to be embraced once more.

"It's only me, dear," Frigga whispered, rubbing circles on his back. The familiar voice putting him to a rush of peace, "You're safe. I'm here with you.."

"You don't normally come here," He croaked, his eyes peeking from her shoulder to see Thor standing mournfully, "What's the announcement."

"You are to be.." Thor gulped, "Banished."

That was how he got to Midgard and tried to gain trust of his 'new friends' though it only pained him more. Bo matter how hard he tried, no-one could try and trust him after New York. You, especially, wanted to. But you knew him as his title 'God of mischief and lies' it was hard to entrust someone with such.

Though, as you pass by his room, you felt a sudden wave of negative energy just begging to be given something positive. With your ear placing by the door, you heard sobs trying to silence themselves. Pity washed over you, causing you to knock, "Loki?"

"Yes?" He asked after taking a sharp breath in. Making sure to wipe his tears though afraid that his red nose would cause him to be caught. If he wasn't able to change, he would live by his title.

"Can I come in?"

Hurriedly, he fixed his hair, wiped his tear-stricken cheeks, anything that was messy that could possibly ruin your view of him aside from being the God of mischief.

"Lo-" The door swings open to reveal him with a tight-lipped smile, you knew it was forced. You've seen many like it, "What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, you heard wrong."

"Don't even say that, I'm not stupid," You shook your head, "And I'm not gonna keep pestering you. All I want to know if is there something I can do to help."