Scarred - StrangeFrost

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•Loki's POV•
I woke up somewhere I didn't recognize, which I thought to be a museum. I was laying on a couch, and next to me was a large staircase leading up to a floor with many relics Incased in glass.
There was also a small side table, and on it was a small stack of cash and a note the read,
'I've left to fight a Druid, so I won't be present for a while. In the meantime, keep yourself occupied and go buy something to eat.
Don't kill yourself or break anything.
                                     -Strange'
I picked up the money and staired at it, then put it back down on the table and walked over to the staircase.

I clenched my stomach as I walked up, as it was begging me to feed myself.
But lm not one to listen.

When I reached to top of the staircase, I felt lightheaded and dizzy, like I had just run a mile.
I leaned against the handle to catch my breath.

Words shot through my head.

You're not good enough.

It's not okay.

He's lying to you.

Strange is lying.

He doesn't want to help you.

I'm the only one you can trust.

Trust me.

I'm here for you.

He'll just turn you in.

I'm the only one who loves you.

Trust me.

Just me.

I looked up at the upstairs of the building I was in, the words sinking beneath my skin.
The walls were lined with books, and there were many odd relics encased everywhere.
I walked over to a table that had a relic on display that looked oddly familiar, giving me the feeling of nostalgia and child-like joy.
It was a small, dull, worn throwing knife with green engravements in the handle.

It was one of the first knifes I summoned as a child.
One that Freya had taught me to summon.

One that my mother gave me.

I felt the hairs stood up on the back of my neck as I heard a sharp scream sound from outside.
I lost my focus on the knife and ran down the staircase and out the front door, where I saw several people running past me. Some screaming, some crying.

I looked at what they were running from.

It was the mad titan I had known to fear. He was holding up someone from a large red cloak and saying oddly calmly, "Where is Loki?"

I realized the someone he was holding was strange.
And Thanos turned and looked at me. He  menacingly walked towards me, and I felt my hands start to tremble, my breathing speed up, and my eyes start welling with tears.
Thanos stopped right in front of me and held out his gauntlet, the purple stone lighting up.

I blinked, and he was gone. Several people had crowded around me, some pointing phone cameras at me and some just stairing.