Unworthy

Chapter 4.4

The next day Thanos came to see Loki for a last time. His pawn laid faced down on the floor while the door creaked open, the body didn't stir for a second. Heavy steps echoed around as he entered the room. He stepped in and held the door as he starred at man. The wounds covering his body were raw and cuts just barely clotting. His bones unset and disfigured covering in festering burns.

Loki held the ability to heal at an excessive rate but it still had a limit. For the most part the bleeding has stopped. He was weak and his body was close to shutting down entirely. His will was faltering, his bones were broken and his time was nearing an end. "You're not blue yet.." Thanos said referring to the frost giants natural state. In live but especially in death. No answer or movement was made.

"You know it was cruel what those Asgardians did to you. Disowning your notions and betraying your ideals and trust like it was nothing. Abandoning you in space leaving your fate to whatever lay ahead. To your death, it was just wrong." Thanos let out rhythmically.

Soft laughter could be heard coming underneath the heap of flesh known as Loki. It was evident that he's finally gone mad. He's ascended past the limit, that or is well past the point of caring. He fought everything so far. The pain, the anger, the will to care about his fate. Whether or not everything is fair, whether his life held meaning. Long since lost faith in his beliefs, his pride.

"I suppose you know of cruel? You don't know me I'm just a center piece on display for you. You're a sick bastard so don't even try to be sentimental about it. Just get it over with already. I'm tired of waiting." He said from his place at his feet. The suspense was something he'd grown accustomed to. But he had long excepted his fate.

"Oh but what you don't understand is I do know. I know everything about you fallen prince. How you supposedly thought you of all people would inherit the thrown. Only to learn that you yourself were only a pawn in Odin's played out game of chess. A sacrificial piece saved for just the right moment. But you failed."

"Fuck you.. You have no idea about what I've been through." Loki retorted weakly, there was hardly enough strength to seem threatening.

"The only thing that refuses to slip my mind is the look on the blond one's face. Almost like his heart had been torn to shreds. It's haunting in a way. I'd hate to be responsible for such heartache." With these few simple words he drove back the vivid memories of that day. All of the pain still fresh as the day it happened. He forced himself off the ground into a cross between a sitting and a kneeling position. His jaw clenched tightly together, whether it was from the discomfort of moving or from the utter shock of the words that escaped the others parted lips.

Loki's face softened as he glared at the man. Subtle tears forming in his eyes before he spoke. His voice trembled in sorrow with a hint of anger leading to an explosion. "How do you know all of this... Tell me!"

"I have my methods. You could say I was able to reach into your mind and pull certain things to look at."

Loki remained quiet, attempting to prevent his obvious anger from surfacing once again. He hated this, his situation, everything that happened up to this point, and the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

"I can blatantly see that you hate me, which is understandable. I'll tell you what if you're able to stand I'll give you the chance to kill me. I'll even do you one better. I'll give you a weapon. If you can strike me you will be able to return to Asgard."

An alien appeared behind Thanos with an odd looking spear in hand. He offered it to his master before nodding and disappearing behind him once more. It shone bright with an ominous blue. It lightened up the little dark room and played on Loki's senses, mainly his curiosity.

But for the most part his mind was directed to how exactly he knew all about him. Only things witnessed by few he knew about. Whether how he found out wasn't what bothered him. The fact that he knew something that personal infuriated him. He was not some open book left out for anyone to read. He had his demons and they were meant to be locked away safe in his head. Not exploited.

Thanos noted the anger growing inside of him. He finally figured out the fuel to his fire. He narrowed his brow before tossing the spear into the room. It chattered slightly against the floor then settled a foot away from the prince.

Loki's face was hidden beneath a shroud of dark hair. He stared at the weapon before him and by this point he didn't care about anything anymore. Whether it was about freedom or death anything would be better than this constant routine of torture.

He lurched forward and grasped the spear with whatever reserves he had left.

Thanos chanted some unknown language under his breath; Loki was too out of it and neglected to acknowledge his surroundings as he thrust the weapon towards him, aimed for his chest. But suddenly he found himself unable to move. His knees hit the ground and his fingers continued to curl around the staff of the spear as it slowly lowered to the floor. His eyes widened, the feeling of paralysis flowing within his stiff muscles.