Ultraviolence [A Marvel FanFic]

"How the bloody hell did I get here?"

It was a question that Loki often asked himself, even though he knew the answer. He was well aware of all of his wrongdoings, and after galavanting across the multi-verse fighting so-called conquerors, he had come to terms with the fact that his story ended with his neck snapped by Thanos, and yet, for some odd reason, it didn't.

Instead, Loki finds himself revived, miserable, under house arrest, and drowning in the bland monotony of life in the mortal realm. Relegated to menial chores, pointless workout sessions, and helping Stark with science experiments, he often wonders if his current situation is his personal version of hell or if Mobius dropped him off in the wrong timeline.

How long was it going to be before the TVA realized its mistake? When was the supposed "rehabilitation" Stark kept mentioning going to actually start? What gave them the right to even try to change him, the God of Mischief?

But, also, who is this ordinary shopkeeper that keeps showing him that there is more life than chaos?