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Loki was cold, he was evil, and he didn't care about anybody, especially after the Queens death. That was, he didn't care about anybody, but you. Something about your innocence, your purity, made you likeable to Thor's adopted brother.
"Stand down Laufeyson, or else, the mortal dies" One of Thanos' children held an alien gun, to your head. Your [Y/E/C] eyes were wide with fear.
"Loki-" You start, but the alien holding you captive pushed you down. With a wince, you landed on your knees. Loki stood still, eyes hard.
"Obviously this isn't working." The ugly captor sneered, "how about I give her a slower death." The gun was thrown to the side, and he picked you up instead, by the neck.
You clawded desperately at his fingers, gasping for air.
"Alright!" Loki yells, "that's enough." He slowly sits down, hands raised, "I surrender."
