Loki took one more glance at his brother before aproching Thanos.
"...Prince of Asgard, Odinson..." He listed off his titles, as if adressing himself at his own funeral and listing his titles, to give himself strength in what he was about to do.
In a last ditch attempt to prove himself to Thor and to himself that he can change, that he can be more than just the God of Mischief, he drew his dagger and thrust it at the neck of the purple titan.
But it was all a vain attempt.
The year Loki had spent being broken, tortured, remolded and mind controled by the mad titan had taught Thanos how Loki thinks, at this point Thanos could predict what Loki would do before he did it. Lies of the trickster could no longer delude Thanos. Thanos easily brushed aside Loki's attempt at assasination, the dagger fell to the side leaving Loki open to a counter attack. Thanos had known where Loki's heart truely lay since he first met the God of mischief. The lies Loki told himself to justify his deeds, killing the frost giants, to justify everything he had done to stop Thor from inheriting the throne could fool himself but not Thanos. Knowing that Loki loved Thor and would do anything for his brother as any sibling would, Thanos grabbed onto Loki's neck and started squeezing.
As Thanos gripped his neck, breaking Loki's spine with his bare strength, Loki struggled to breath his last breath. He gripped Thanos's giant purple hand, kicked his legs. But ultimatly he knew there was no escape this time. His vision going black, Loki could only regret not changing his ways sooner and falling behind his brother.
With death brought relief. No more pain, no more torture. He was free.
But there was something wrong. Death was just too bright. It wasn't possible that he would be admitted to valhalla, he was not honourable enough, not brave enough... not Asgardian enough.
Loki slowly forced open his eyes, something white was in front of his face. He blinked a few times to get rid of the bluriness to find that he was face-to-face with a skull. He pushed himself backwards in shock, scampering to his feet only to hear a very farmiliar voice call out to him.
"That was quicker than I expected, brother. I wasn't expecting you for another few thousand years! It's been what, 2 days?" As Loki raised his head, he realised the skull was just one of many skulls adorning a throne, and sprawled upon that throne, dressed in a black catsuit adorned with green was his sister, Hela. She smirked down at him, raised her arms and gestered around her, "Welcome to Hel, like what I've done with the place?"