A/N I've already seen Thor: Ragnarok twice, but I just realized something. Loki fell for an awfully long time in Dr. Strange's portal thingie. I wonder what bad memories that would bring up …
This was not supposed to happen.
He was quite sure he had left the Allfather in this very place. Odin could have broken free of his spell, but then why had he not come back to Asgard to reclaim his throne? It was possible that he had fallen asleep …
Loki's questions were interrupted by two irritating mortal girls. They asked for a picture with Thor. He snorted. Like anyone would want a permanent copy of the Asgardian's face. Their giggling caused him much annoyance, along with the realization that Thor was the only one recognized. He supposed he should be glad (mass panic would be even more annoying), but it did irk him that mortals no longer knew his face. Well, there were more important matters at hand.
Such as the sudden appearance of sparks circling him. The orange fire swirled around his feet, getting larger and faster. It was fascinating. Was it a portal of some kind? Thor was immediately suspicious, of course, but Loki assured him that he was not the cause. He stared the strange magic only a second more, then the ground disappeared.
Freefalling. The suddenness of the change pulled a small sound from him. Not a whimper, not a scream; a moan, maybe. He looked to the side, but saw nothing. It was blacker than his heart in here. Wherever here was.
Thoughts of the Void flew into his mind, unbidden and unwanted. He tried to force them out, but the darkness overwhelmed him. Memories of wanting death and confusion and pain and sinking realizations and dropping stomachs. He flew onwards.
He didn't remember his name through the growing panic, but he did know that he could not last much longer. He knew that insanity was not long coming in a place like this. He knew the nightmares from the first fall were just fading, but now he knew they'd be back.
How long had it been? He was sure it could not have more than a few minutes, but he could not convince his pounding heart of this fact. It felt like he'd been here for hours. And he still fell.
On and on and on and on and onandonandonandon …
Loki hit a wood floor with a sickening thud. Two voices were talking, one sounding like Thor. "I've been falling for thirty minutes!" He shrilly yelled, hoping anger was masking his fear. He jerked to his feet to see his brother and a man dressed in a floating cloak. The house was impressive, with a beautiful staircase leading to a room filled with relics, but that was not what he focused on. No. He glared at the sorcerer and knew that he would make the man pay.
This was not supposed to happen. Not again.