He would not give Thor the satisfaction of extracting one expression of pain from him. He refused to wince as the needle pierced his upper lip, blood gushing in to his mouth, dragging along a thick leather string behind it. Stitch by stitch his mouth was sewn shut, the silver-tongued god stripped of his greatest talent. However, this would not be the only punishment Loki was to face. Thor had spoken of a white-hot stone in which he would be tied to for the rest of eternity, left to burn until the worlds themselves were destroyed. If he thought about it carefully, he could imagine the scent of his crisp skin, charring and melting off his bones. This was the only time since capture in which he even made a look of discomfort. There was no way he could let this happen. He had to find a way out…an escape.
Then he saw it, the opportunity he needed! He would soon be free of his step-brother. Thor, the dumb brute, had left the woman in charge of applying his wrist restraints which were made of nothing but mere mortal metals. She looked at him with such disdain he thought for a moment she would spit on him, cursing him for his words while previously in Shield's custody. She however , continued her job in silence, never once taking her eyes off Loki, which was in fact a huge mistake. The rest of the team was out of the room congratulating themselves on a victory…a premature celebration considering.
It was simple really. All he had to do was lock eyes with Natasha, drilling a hole in her conscious, which was disappointing due to its simple nature. Her will was weak, evil thoughts lurking in the back of her mind making her easy to control. She was a puppet on his strings, and he danced playfully inside her mind behind the wheel. So with Natasha at his command he simply made a copy of himself, sending the clone to Asgard in his place. He was sure no one would even notice simply from lack of caring. All they wanted was their pound of flesh for the sins against their precious Midgard.
He didn't have much time before the Avengers came back in to collect him, so he could not have his way with the girl as he wanted. Instead he released her from his control, but left behind fragments of false memories revolving around the past few minutes. Oh the things he wish he could have done! He could have implanted images so horrifying she would have no option but to take her own life to rid herself of the agony. He could have made her approach Barton simply to stick a knife in between his ribs, then release her, making her live with the guilt. Sadly though he was on precious borrowed time, and before anyone could notice the switch, he was gone.
Yet, he failed to materialize where he planned. He looked around, expecting to see the deck of Stark Tower but found instead the halls of Valhalla, Odin before him on the throne accompanied by Huginn and Muninn. Those blasted birds! He wore one day he would cook and serve them to his so-called father.
"You've brought so much shame to Asgard Loki." Odin rose from his throne. "Not only do you start war with the peaceful realm of Midgard but you flee from facing your crimes like a coward." He walked forward, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder. Loki fought back his instincts to lash out at the old man as the familiar pain of pity reflected in his eyes. "You leave me no choice but to strip you of your power Loki. I shall also banish you to Midgard, as I once did for your Brother. However, I have no hope for you. Whatever the Midgardians chose to do shall be much worse than anything I can bestow upon you."
He would have spoken in protest, had his mouth not still been sewn, but still, it was too late. Not moments later his body was slammed down, hitting the concrete next to none other than Thor. He looked up at his step-brother and managed only to glimpse the surprise on his face before everything went dark.