Wrote this drabble a couple of days ago during Biology class. I hope you enjoy! :)
Summary: Thanos reflects on the amount of control he has over Loki.
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Promises
Thanos was... pleased. He had broken a god. He had done better in his time, of course, but he still felt a strange sort of satisfaction at the thought. The god had proved weak, the arrogance shown before merely a ruse. It was only a mask, and so easily peeled open to reveal the true weakling underneath.
The little god had been so confident in its abilities, and after being allowed to recover from its fall through space it had truly believed that it was a match for Thanos. He had laughed as its face twisted into a mask of betrayal and shock, maybe the first indicator that it really wasn't as superior as it liked to think. The torture had been amusing, and the god had been sent to Earth with a mission in mind and Thanos's voice constantly whispering in its ear. The control had not been complete, the god escaping his influence from time to time, but he always found it again. Stealing it away during its travel in the Tesseract beam after the battle on Earth had been an easy task. He'd personally delivered and welcomed the godling to his realm, and then he'd shown it that he, unlike itself, did live up to his promises.
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