Mischief and Mutants Bonus Features

Rejected Chapter (Loki in the Cave)

Rejected chapter idea taking place during the time where Agatha Harkness kidnapped Loki. Note I have left my notes in this for changes.

{ —-Loki—- }

Change to either Steve or Bucky's perspective.

{ No no no this can't be happening! I don't know where I am but I'm beyond panicked my magic and apparently any magic placed over me has been stripped. I just know that the others will see me like this and that they'll hate me for it. I can't really think beyond that. I think I passed out and it's not at all helpful in figuring out just what kind of situation I'm in now or how much danger I may or may not be in. }

Change to having ptsd and memory loss due to the trauma this experience has reopened

All I know is my magic is gone and that means nothing good for me. I can hear two people talking but I can't really hear what they're saying probably discussing what they should do with me. I sense someone come towards me without having to look up from the place I immediately downcast my gaze to in order to hide my terrible red eyes.

{ I tense up and I have no control over the pathetic whimper that passes through my lips as I bring my legs up to my chest to protect my vital organs. I close my eyes and wait whether they're one of Thanos' old allies or someone from the very realm I'd considered home they'll be disgusted by me. I have no allies in this form I burned all bridges with the Jotuns and it seems they hadn't wanted me anyway as not one of Laufey's army decided that a runt Frost Giant was worth saving.} good stuff but not for this chapter if told from someone else's perspective

Also good for later chapters {I'm a disgrace and disappointment to everyone in this form and now... everyone knows what I am. But who is 'everyone'?? Come on Loki think! I can't, fear grips my mind and it's all I know. The figure draws nearer and every muscle in my body tenses up at the thought of what they will do. }

"Loki?"

{I recognize the voice and my blood runs cold, Captain Rodgers. Surely once he gets a proper look at the monster his former enemy is he'll turn on me. } change to doesn't recognize at all. Is surprised finally able to see Loki properly.

I don't dare move a muscle. Right now I'm without my magic, wounded, and oh so tired, I'm drained.

{I feel a hand on my shoulder and Rogers quickly steps away and removes his glove that's quickly been enveloped by ice. }maybe make it Bucky since he has the metal arm. Now he sees how dangerous I am. I start to panic.

"I'm sorry, ...I'm sorry."

I don't want him to be angry at me and now I've given him a reason to be. The lines between my current situation and Sanctuary are blurring at the moment due to the feeling of helplessness and dread currently coursing through me. His voice is very soft.

"Hey... easy, we're gonna get you to S.H.I.E.L.D okay? Can you stand?"

Loki Panics clearly thinking he's in trouble

"N-no, no S.H.I.E.L.D. Please. I'm sorry."

I hear the second voice now, one I'm slightly less afraid of for unknown reasons

"Lokes you're not in trouble. You need medical attention."

I shake my head, refusing to move, I won't be fooled. Rogers* steps back and I tense again. He begins talking.

"Thor? Samantha? Peter? I found him. —— Yeah Thor He's in pretty rough shape and well... he's... blue? ——— oh? ——— Oh... I understand. ——— Well I don't think he's going to listen to me right now Sam he's pretty shaken up —— No Pete I can't. I don't think you completely understand the situation I've never seen him like this before he's afraid of me. I'm afraid if I try to move him right know it won't go well."

"No- no Thor. Please."

Rogers looks incredibly surprised by this. I just look at him intently hoping that my horrible eyes can still somehow help my plea. He looks taken aback for a moment seeing my eyes for the first time but quickly composes himself. He kneels on the ground so he's at eye level with me.

"Alright. Okay, no Thor. He can't get here anyway Lokes."

"...Okay."

Rogers nods.

{"Sam sending you coordinates now get here as soon as you can —— sorry Thor I don't think that's a good idea for whatever reason he kinda panicked when I mentioned you before. —— I'm sorry but I'm not going to he's already scared enough as is I know you only want to help but right now he's not himself so that means hanging back for now if I had to guess he'll want you later. That seems to be the way things play out with you two. —— I don't know I'll see what's he says Queens."}

Keep some variation of this dialogue but changed to fit the rest. Fill in story below get rid of some stuff but keep some ideas

He focuses his attention on me again.
I hope Rogers doesn't get irritated with me and my non answer.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay you didn't do anything wrong okay. ...do you know who I am?"

"...I ...I don't know..."

"That's ok, I'm sure you're just having trouble remembering things right now because of everything that's happened, you know me I'm Steve."

'Steve' calling the Stranger that is far less intimidating a title than I'd imagined the man would garner.

"Steve?"

"Yes Steve, I'm not quite sure why you're so scared of me though that's not exactly typical behavior from you lo'."

I answer him honestly still concerned about frustrating him if I don't answer but tense enough that I'm unable to form any sentence very elaborate.

"Monster..."

{"Lokes it's okay I know you're not responsible for New York that was Thanos."} idk what I can use from this I just like it and don't want to throw it out yet.

Don't know what I'll do with text below either.

I look at him pointedly thinking he's got to be being purposely dense just to mock me only to see sincerity in his expression. I repeat myself gesturing to my well, everything.

"Monster."

I see realization set in on both of the soldiers faces.

No Loki no. How you look right now, that doesn't matter. You're still you our teammate and friend.

I stay silent at that. Though I'd like to trust what they've said I'm not going to risk letting my guard down that much I can't afford to trust them. I've gotten the rug pulled from under me too many times.