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Loki is given another chance at conquering a world. When the Oath Breakers under the mountain refuse to fight for Aragorn and regain their honor, the golden trio are captured by 'pirate scum' and brought to Osgiliath in chains. They are to be tortured by Yagak the Tormentor. All hope seems lost. Little do they know that an injured Loki has just escaped from the dungeons of Asgard and accidentally teleported to their world. Yagak makes a big mistake when he tortures a helpless and weakened Loki. Valar help the orcs of Mordor when Loki regains his full strength. Valar help the people of Middle Earth!

Okay, this is just a crackfic idea I had that may or may not turn into a full story! Don't read if you can't stand reading about detailed torture or don't enjoy a bit of Bromance. It's just Legolas and Loki intense friendship so nothing actually homosexual. Seriously! Don't judge! I didn't know the name of the orc that led the Osgiliath thingymabobber so I made up one! Yay! I also always thought that those metal parts on the ends of Loki's staff were blades, but I'm not sure if they are or not! So I'm assuming they are cuz that's so much cooler! :D Sorry if I get any Marvel facts wrong, I have only watched the first Thor movie so far. SO FAR! I have read fanfictions and I know he was tortured by an evil guy named Thanos and that he was put in the deepest part of the dungeons in Asgard and tortured by the guards. That's pretty much it though. So I'm going to take some freedom with this story. Like I said, forgive me if I get some of the details wrong! Or get time periods mixed around (worst mistake ever! I think I did!) Or make Loki way overpowered. Oh wait, I'm not sorry for making Loki way overpowered! OP LOKI IS DA BOSS! XD

PS: I secretly have a very dark mind. I am terrible aren't I? Why do I enjoy writing torture scenes so much?! What is wrong with meeeeee?! Nvm, please don't hate!

Loki:

Loki grinned even through the pain of the whip. Not like it was anything compared to Thanos' methods of torture. But he had another reason to smile.

Today was the day he would escape the dungeons of Asgard.

He had planned for this moment for a year and a half now. Thor had stopped visiting and the torture just kept getting worse. They were testing him to see just how much he could endure before he broke. Unfortunately for them, they had no idea what sort of pain he had felt at Thanos' hand, so he could just pretend to be in terrible pain and they would stop at only a measly 100 lashes with a regular whip. Thanos, on the other hand, was much more powerful than the guards and each lash bit deep into his unprotected skin. Thanos would whip him for up to two hours at a time, with glass and other various sharp object embedded in his thronged whip. That was why he had the terrible white scars on his back, where all other scars disappeared.

He yelled in fake agony and cursed in Norse. This time however, the guard just grinned and whipped him harder. Loki grimaced. This guard had a good arm. The lashes were starting to hurt instead of just being annoying. Finally, the guard stopped and he was dragged back to his cell.

Loki smiled devilishly. For the last time, he fought his magic-restraining bonds and seeped the tiniest amount of energy into a little gold necklace. He sighed with exhaustion, but grinned when he saw that it was finally ready. The necklace was now humming and glowing faintly. After a year and a half of exhausting work, he had finally finished his project. It was a portal to Jotunheim, but not only that, it would strip any enchantments and bonds placed on him! He would be free! Then he could start planning his revenge. He smirked. Asgard would rue the day they thought they could contain Loki Laufeyson!

With full confidence in his powers, Loki touched his fingers to the necklace and chanted the activation spell.

With a flash of light and a thunderous roar, Loki was gone.

The guards rushed to the scene to find Loki's bonds lying in a pile on the cell floor, Loki himself nowhere to be seen.

The Trickster had escaped their grasp once again.

However, Loki did not end up in Jotunheim as he had originally planned. His spell sent him to another realm, undiscovered by god and giant alike.

A world that called itself Middle Earth.

Yagak:

The leader of the orcs that had captured Osgiliath was called Yagak. Yagak enjoyed nothing more than hearing his victims scream. He drew out their suffering as long as he could if he had the time, and right now, he certainly had the time. He growled in irritation. When would those pirate scum arrive? If his stupid group hadn't slaughtered the Gondorians guarding Osgiliath, he could be enjoying the pleading of a weak man. He contented himself by imagining himself twisting a knife into a screaming man's stomach.

Finally the ships turned up.

"On time for once, pirate scum?" He growled playfully at their leader, Gormand. Gormand grinned with yellowed teeth each filed to a point.

"We caught these buggers trying to stow away on our ships. They took out a lot of my men. Figured I'd let you have your way with them," Gormand grunted. Some of his men tossed three prisoners to the ground. A man, an elf, and a dwarf. The elf was unconscious, the dwarf was cussing, and the man was worriedly tapping his bound hands on the elf's chest, attempting to wake him.

Yagak grinned evilly and grunted his thanks. This day has just taken a turn for the better. Three prisoners to torture, one of them an elf! Elves were known for not giving in easily. Yagak would have fun breaking his pretty but fragile little body.

The elf woke when Yagak walked up to him. Yagak drew his blade and smiled cruelly down at the frightened elf.

"You will not touch him!" the man growled angrily, moving to block the elf, who pushed the man out of the way boldly. The elf steeled his eyes and sat up to face him. Yagak laughed cruelly and kicked the rising elf back to the ground, "An' who's gonna stop me?"

Suddenly, there was a flash of light from the sky. Yagak whirled around to see a body falling from impossibly high in the sky. Had it been launched from a trebuchet?! Why on earth would someone do that?! It also appeared to be headed straight for them. Orcs made space for it, which would have been enough if this body was any normal body. However, as this was a god, a dozen orcs met their deaths as the form plowed into the earth at an incredible speed. A dust plume rose up and orcs and prisoners alike coughed and rubbed their eyes.

When the dust settled, there was a crater about twelve feet in diameter not six feet from Yagak and the prisoners. It was a miracle they had survived. Orcs all around them had not been so lucky.

Yagak scowled angrily. What was the meaning of this?!

Yagak walked to the edge of the crater and peered in. To his surprise, the man was not a puddle of organs and bones. He appeared healthy other than the many bruises and cuts that marred his skin. His polished armor was a little dented, but not much, and Yagak wondered if the armor was what had saved him from the fall.

However, on closer inspection, the man didn't appear to be breathing. So he was dead after all. Probably from extreme internal organ damage.

Some other orcs cautiously approached the edge of the crater.

"Well, ain't that a lovely surprise. My boys are awfully hungry still," Yagak said to Gormand when he walked up. Gormand rumbled threateningly, "If you get the meat, I get the armor."

"Deal!" Yagak grunted and then turned to his troops "Not one of yer's gonna move until I've had my pick!"

There was angry growling, but none complained.

The three prisoners watched in horror as Yagak leapt into the crater beside the man in armor. To everyone's surprise, the man gasped and his eyes fluttered open weakly.

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