Loki had been manipulated. Mind controlled. Used. Abused. Hurt. Abandoned. Left. Hit. Most of all, alone.
He sighed. He couldn't control his body. He just helplessly watched the fight through his own eyes.
He wanted to run. He wanted to be safe and loved. He wanted his brother to forgive him.
He was a puppet, a pawn, just someone to be used then tossed. Thanos controlled him.
They killed him. Loki felt pain throughout his body. It felt like fire in his veins, then coldness through his veins.
Like icy water. Then nothing. He felt normal. He shakily stood up. The Avengers seemed confused about what happened.
Who wouldn't? Defeat a big purple idiot, the guy who fought you falls as well.
He looked around, but it started to get blurry. He started to fall to the ground, but had been catched.
But, by who? Who cared about him? He almost destroyed New York City! Yet they helped him.
He felt at peace and closed his eyes as he felt extremely tired from all of Thanos when he was controlling him. Maybe, the Avengers do actually care about him. Probably not.
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The spell the went wrong
FanfictionTony, Peter, Wade and Loki turn into............ *DUN DUUUUUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN* KITTENS! Read to find out Contains SpideyPool and FrostIron
