...Loki somehow grew in size after the NYC attack, so now he's a giant. Nick Fury was able to put him in this huge cell that's big enough for him. Nick tries to send in Shield agents to try and talk with Loki (to calm him down and reason with him), but he isn't having any of it, and he always ends up being physically aggressive with whoever steps foot into the cell. Nick decides to send in a teen girl to see if Loki would react differently to a smaller human. She knows about Loki and how he acts towards anyone that attempts to talk to him, so she starts crying and lashing out as Shield agents force her into Loki's massive cell. Loki watches as they throw another mortal into his cell, and at first he's annoyed that they keep sending people in, but he quickly notices that it's a child who was harshly thrown to the floor. He goes to pick the teen up but she starts crying really bad, which causes Loki to feel guilty that a child is afraid of him. He picks her up anyway and brings her close to his face in front of his eyes to get a good look at her. They start talking and Loki promises that he'll protect her from Nick. Shield agents come back to take her out of the cell because she did her job in getting Loki to calm down, Loki immediately presses her against his chest and refuses to let her go and says he wants to keep her here with him. in the cell :D idk what else could happen after this haha, but this idea just popped into my mind last night!!
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Loki hated mortals and their pettiness. How they kept him in a cage meant for animals. He was rather surprised though when he entered Earth and found himself standing at a hundred feet tall, mortals scrambling from his boot like ants. A wicked grin marked his face as he enjoyed their terror. It was almost therapeutic seeing their fear. Now he sits in a cell pondering his actions, asking himself if he was truly a monster as his father had said. If he is not a monster then what else can he be? Certainly not a hero.
Agents come in and out, questioning him. Their puny forms that could easily be squashed under his thumb approach him with menace in their gaze, while they promise him of a better future. He sees right through their lies. After all, he is the God of Mischief. He snarls and threatens to flick them into the glass panels of his prison, knowing that the flick would be that of a full blow in the face for them.
Then they send her in. A tiny Midguardian, even shorter than the previous mortals. Thrown with such force onto the floor he imagines bruises will appear by morning. She whimpers, cowering away from him into the clear glass. He comes closer ignoring her screams of protest attempting to see her clearly. His curiosity gets the best of him and he plucks her up by the waist, bringing her closer and closer to his eyes. Her screams become sobs and she hits his fingers desperately with weak shoves. Her face is round and young, and her height barely that of his thumb. She must be no older than a teenager. His heart drops with a pang of sorrow.
How could these bugs throw such an innocent girl into the cell with a monster like him?
He gently shushes her pitiful sobs and rubs his finger over her back soothingly. She looks up at him with red, swollen eyes. He wipes her cheeks with the pad of his forefinger.
“Y-you’re not gonna hurt me?” The girl says, though her voice is timid.
Loki does his best attempt for a reassuring smile, “No my dear, why you’re so young and I imagine you never asked to be put in this situation. Did you?” He asks.
“N-no, sir.” She shakes her head.
“Please, call me Loki little one. And what may I call you?” He finds this tiny mortal adorable in her nervousness.
“Y/N”
She winces when she rolls her shoulder out and Loki sees the grimace.
“Are you hurt little one?” He asks, bringing her right in front of his eyes. If she so dared, her fingertips could reach out and touch his eyelashes.
“My arm, it's sore and so is my ankle.” She says looking at the swollen joints.
Red hot anger flares through Loki at the unkindness these mortals showed the poor girl.
“Let me look at it, dear.”
He pinches her shoulder delicately and takes her ankle rolling it to see the amount of damage done. She screams with pain as he turns it a little too far.
“My apologies little one. Let me bandage it for you.”
He gently takes her ankle bandaging it with care.
Suddenly the doors of his cell burst open and swarm his person. “Give us the girl back.”
He refuses, holding her closer to his chest. Protective fingers forming a cave that surrounds her in darkness.
“Get out of my sight you pathetic creatures. Leaving a child to die, what honor do you hold?” Loki is blazing with fury but he composes himself for Y/N’s sake. He threatens them with bodily harm before they finally leave.
“I’ll always protect you little one,” Loki says holding her closer to his chest. She snuggles and grasps onto his shirt burying herself in the leather.
