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Loki watched in shock as Thanos snapped the stones. This had all been in vain; none of this mattered. They still lost. It didn’t even matter…. Loki watched as people started to crumble into dust. Thor ran over to Loki. “Are you ok?” Thor pleaded, checking Loki's entire body for signs of dusting. Loki didn’t feel anything, just dreading. “I’m ok.” Loki choked out. His throat was ruined for the time being until, to his utter horror, he saw dust coming off Thor. Loki grabbed onto Thor, using the scraps of his magic to keep Thor here. He hugged Thor tightly before Thor could realize why. “don’t leave me, please.” Loki said, crying into Thor’s shoulder. He knew he couldn’t keep Thor there forever, but he had to try. “I’m sorry, Loki. I’m so sorry.” Thor said his magic couldn’t keep him solid anymore. “I love you,” Loki said, watching as the dust was taking his brother away from him. “Avenge me,” Thor said, and with that, Thor was gone, leaving Loki on the ground surrounded by grieving Avengers.
Everyone was speechless. Loki looked around to see who remained. Natasha was gripping her vest and looking at the scene in front of her. Steve was looking down at a pile of ashes that used to be Bucky, Steve barely holding it together. The Scarlett witch was lying next to Loki, unconscious. Loki glanced at the battle, seeing dust floating into the air. Loki couldn’t bear to look anymore and let out the most grief-consumed scream he could muster. Everyone’s attention now was on Loki. It was so loud that he wished even Thanos could hear the grief he felt, but that didn’t matter anymore. He was alone in this universe. How dare Thanos not see the lives he had destroyed? Loki sobbed, letting out all of his emotions.
Thanos walked to a house in the Garden, a planet he had chosen to rest on after his great quest had been completed; he sat on a chair on the porch, and then he heard a sound of pure grief. He knew exactly who that scream belonged to and knew exactly what caused it: the forgotten prince. Sad that he couldn’t just accept that this had to happen to save the universe, but it did bring a smile to Thanos’s face after all the trouble that the Little God had caused him had been in vain all because he couldn’t accept the truth that some things needed to happen. Thanos had won, and now he could rest watching a universe that was made right.
Everyone had gone inside hours ago after collecting themselves to find out if their loved ones still lived. Loki couldn’t move from the spot. Bruce had come out to try to convince Loki to come inside; he pleaded, “Loki, come inside. We’ll see if we can bring them back.” Loki hadn’t even looked at him, unmoving; his expression was blank. He stared into the void of space. Bruce looked so sad. Loki was really the last one who knew Bruce. But now Loki was in pain, more pain than anyone could ever understand. Bruce eventually gave up and walked inside. Loki didn’t even know how to continue living. He didn’t see a point anymore. This was all his fault. He should have just died, then Thor wouldn’t be dead when he thought that his sobs started, and new tears dripping down his face.
Loki eventually came inside. He hadn’t said a word since that day. He knew everyone blamed him for half the universe dying. Bruce kept trying to talk to Loki, “Please just say something.” Bruce pleaded that he had come into Loki’s room after Loki hadn’t come outside his room for two days, and Bruce wanted to make sure he was still alive. “I know you’re grieving. We all are, but I need to know you're still alive.” Bruce said they sat silently for at least an hour before Bruce got some food for Loki and then left the room. After a few weeks since that day, Bruce came into Loki’s room, surprised to see Loki sitting and watching Wakanda move along. “Loki, I have someone who wants to see you,” Bruce said excitedly. Loki didn’t move his eyes from the window. Bruce didn’t let that take away from his happiness. “Come in,” Bruce said, opening the door. “Hey, Lackey,” Val said as she walked over with an annoyed expression on her face. “What happened to you,” Val said. Bruce glanced at her warily. He thought she knew since it had been a day since she arrived. “Where’s Thor? He’s not as much of a buzzkill as you are.” Val said Loki's vision snapped to her the first time he had looked at anyone since that day, and “he’s gone.” Loki coughed out. His throat hadn’t healed fully yet. “that’s not funny, Loki. Now, where is he.” Val said her voice was firm. Loki just dropped back onto the bench and turned away from her. She grabbed his shoulder, shocked to see the tears dripping down his face. Bruce walked up to her, “Thor g-got snapped. I’m sorry.” Bruce said. Val crumpled upon hearing that the disbelieve was gone. “It’s your fault. If you hadn’t brought the tesseract, this wouldn’t have happened. They are all dead because of you. Thor is dead because of you selfish asshole. No wonder everyone hates you.” Val said before storming out of the room. Loki just sat there as Bruce went to catch Val. Val was right. He was selfish. This was his fault. Loki felt the urge to run and run far away, somewhere no one could ever find him, but then he felt a stronger need for revenge. He needed to kill Thanos even if he died trying.