Unworthy

Chapter 4.5

He frantically searched for what could be the cause of this. He remained knees planted in the ground, weapon in hand but at rest. Light blue ran through the veins on his arms all the way up and pulsed along with the stone embedded in the spear. Bleeding into the vessels in his neck and flushing into his eyes. His pupils dilated as he looked hazily past Thanos.

"What's happening to me.." He uttered lightly through a clenched jaw.

Thanos shifted his weight before cracking open his mouth to speak. In a nicer tone than usual he muttered the most terrifying thing he'd heard since being held captive. "The wait is over. I'm glad you're willing to desist and offer your service." He flashed his yellow teeth at the man practically kneeling at the others feet.

His newly blue tinted eyes glared up at the tyrant, as he forced a nod. His body betrayed his every will and awaited another command. This was an odd feeling, almost like being on strings. There was vast pressure placed on his lungs that prevented them from expanding to their full capacity like his breathing with being controlled. This left his fatigued and weaker then he was, he was completely vulnerable.

It's funny it wasn't like he couldn't feel; he felt everything else. The thing is he couldn't do anything about it. He could still feel the coldness of the blood running down his skin like rainwater. There was the burning of his raw flesh harboring fresh wounds. The heavy pulsating in his head from the strain under his body was even more unbearable now.

His vision faded again at the worst possible moment. He needed to know what was happening. He couldn't have heard him right; the wait is over, glad you're willing to submit. 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' He pried his eyes away from Thanos and winched at the weapon heavy in his grip. 'The spear, it has to be the spear, there's no other logical explanation.'

Thanos gave a gesture to one of the subordinates through the one way mirror. Within a couple minutes two men enter carrying strange equipment and a stretcher. Loki didn't pay any attention to the lot of them as they swarmed by him, avidly prepping the area. He was tired and the fight had drained out of him, stolen through his fingertips.

His fate has been decided and it torn him down inside, he didn't want to believe it. He lifted his head his fading green eyes gazed up, at the blurry figure hovering over him; the color in his iris slowly blending into a lighter aqua. With a lunge Thanos was down to his level, face to face with Loki, his soulless eyes blacking out any ray of hope left for him. He cracked another composure shattering grin before whispering something under his breath to his slave.

"Don't fight it, you know you'll lose and in more ways than one. Moral and those you care about. We will talk again, but for now prepare yourself for what is to come." With that he waited to see whatever fear that was left within Loki flush. Right before he drew back and collided his forehead against the others.

Loki's eyes widened at the impact and rolled back in his head as he flew back. He hit the floor out cold still bleeding out on the floor. The spear chattered on the ground once again. Thanos rose to full height, dropped his grin and stepped out the room. His minions carefully wrapped him up, placed him on the stretcher and carried him to some unknown destination.