Chapter Text
Thor was kneeling in front of a throne bound when he woke up. No one sat there. It was empty except for a Chutari speaking something. He only could make out some words. “---like------brother---------break---------soon------------make-----------finish,” the monster said as a whip hit his back like fire. Blood streamed down as Thor tried to hold back a scream, not knowing how long this had been happening. Then footsteps came closer to Thor. “Awake, are you now? The Chutari have done well, which will leave a scar. We will be on Earth in a matter of hours. You will be our tool when we get there because no one likes your brother, right? It’s so perfect he never told you how he knew me.” Thanos circled him as Thor’s mind whirled. What was he talking about? How did Loki know him? Why did no one say his name? The whip hit again as Thor released his scream, he couldn’t hold it back “good to know you’ll break too.” Thanos tainted and the whip hit again “get the other one” as something scurried off and it stopped. However, only for a second, it hit again. Still, it stunted his whole body this time, causing Thor to scream Louder. It crashed again and again and again until “stop! We must take it slow; he can’t handle it like his brother.” They scurried off. The only sound was blood dripping onto the floor. “This takes me back around six years, almost exactly. The sounds are so familiar. I want to make you guess until you finally figure it out. Oh, how will it be perfect?” Thanos laughed as he spoke, “Why?” Thor slipped out. “WHY? What a smart question! Your brother is nothing but an unwanted toy for all he meets. He’s perfect for molding when you know nothing but pain, you don’t fight back, or you shouldn’t. He’s so complicated, so many problems, so much pain. I gave him the option to stop it now. He was anything but willing but would be better than he was with you, but not so selfish. He could never listen; he had to make it hard. That silver tongue never did him good, but now he won’t have that problem we solved.” Thanos said, fear crossing Thor's face. How did they ‘solve’ that problem? “What did you do?” it came out as a whisper. “I took it away. No more talk back. He’s perfect. I need him to listen, and then he will be perfect again! Would you like to see it? Oh, of course you would.” Thanos said as he summoned a chutari to come in.
They were dragging in something, and a groan was heard from Thor’s position. “Perfect, isn’t he? Oh wait, you can’t see.” Thanos pulled Thor’s head up, and he could see a broken, bleeding Loki slumped on the ground facing the ground. Blood dripped from his head as he just sat there. He looked much worse than Thor. “he’s my best work yet, just perfect.” Thanos grabbed his arm as Loki just slumped. “Speak,” Thanos commanded. Loki groaned as blood came from his lip. Thor could see tears and blood drop onto the ground. “See,” a hiccup of sobs came from Loki, and tears hit the ground fast. “Oh, aren’t you tired of crying already?” Loki didn’t care. He just kept crying. His face was covered in darkness, and he just cried. He couldn’t stop. He was so weak now, even in front of Thor, the one person he tried to be strong in front of. Thanos slapped his head onto the floor when he wouldn’t stop, but the crying slowed. His face was covered in tears, but he wanted to avoid pain as much as he could. His body hurt, and his mind broke. He wished he was dead; anything would be better than this. Thor was sorry for Loki. It hurt his heart to see him this way.
“Lord Thanos, we have arrived on earth,” a guard said. Thanos dropped Loki, leaving him and Thor bound, and Thor was gagged now with Loki unable to speak. It was Torture. He couldn’t comfort Loki, but Loki had so much worse just when Thor looked at him. His eyes were so full of sadness Loki started to hiccup with sobs, slowly letting tears drop down his face. “Little Crybaby, if you want to lose the ability to do that too that can be arranged,” Ebony spoke coldly. The sob slowly stopped again as Loki tried to move, but he could not. It seemed Ebony took that away, too, as he touched Loki’s Head, and he started to bleed. Thor didn’t know from where because he couldn’t see. A strained breath came out of Loki as he tried to pull away. “s---t---o---p,” Loki stuttered. Thor was astonished that Loki could talk, and so was Ebony. “Oh, you little bitch you’re not supposed to be able to talk,” Ebony said as he hit Loki onto the floor. Loki winced. He knew he made a mistake. “Seems your spell has broken. Were you not trying enough.” Thanos bellowed. Odin said the same to Loki when he was young. “I am sorry, Father, it seems he still holds a semblance of magic.” Ebony pleaded, “It seems these heroes are scattered, and we may get the mind stone sooner than expected. I need you to get the time stone from a sorcerer on earth, so we might have to leave these ‘brothers’ to their devices.” Thanos announced Ebony, and Thanos left as the brothers sat in silence. Loki just sat there. Thor tried to talk, but he was muzzled and unable to speak. Loki made no effort to move or talk, just slumped on the floor. Until somehow, the muzzle slipped off Thor’s mouth. “Loki, what happened? Are you alright?” Thor couldn’t move still. Loki still didn’t move or talk just sat there. “Can you talk or move, please, Loki? Answer me.” Nothing, not a movement or anything, just silence. “Please, Loki, answer me. I need to know you, okay?” Thor pleaded. Loki shifted. “We’re---------doomed.” Loki said slowly, still struggling to speak, “It’s good to hear you speak again, but what do you mean?” Thor questioned. Loki coughed blood onto the floor, still trying to speak, but it obviously hurt him. Loki tried to move himself but was stuck to the floor, completely bound. As he struggled to move, a little green shone from behind him, and then Proxima knocked him onto the floor. “don’t try that again for now. This will work,” grabbed his hair and she gagged him again. “Give us the tesseract now, and this will all go better before the mind stone is involved.” Proxima was done with this charade. He didn’t move or use his magic; he just sat there facing the floor again. “I wish this could have gone better,” she said, grabbing something from a table in the Room. She then walked over to Thor, gagged him again, and dragged him to the wall, hanging him onto a hook. She called a chutari in as she grabbed Loki, making him watch as they whipped Thor. Over and over again, because he didn’t scream, they made it more aggressive. Grabbing a different tool, a knife, they craved something into Thor’s skin. Thor didn’t have Loki’s healing, but they didn’t care. They only needed Loki alive.
When they broke his skin, he screamed. This knife was laced with poison. They kept etching something until they stopped. When they stepped back, they left it in a language only Loki knew, not Thor. YOUR FAULT in the chutari language Loki learned it the first time in this horrible situation. Then they left, and not a word was spoken. Thor got taken off the hook and onto the floor; his shirt was stained with blood, now, if you could call it a shirt. He still looked at Loki as if he didn’t get craved with a knife. Loki wanted to throw up. It was his fault. Then Thanos stepped in. “what happened here?” Thanos taunted Loki, who knew that Thanos had ordered this. “Are you ready to give me the stone, or does this have to get harder,” Thanos said. Loki shook his head. “That’s disappointing. I really wished this was going to work better.” Thanos grabbed Loki’s chains, dragging him out of the room.