Loki fanfiction sorrow. When an ex-student of Stephen Strange's joins the team, he finds an opportunity for magic, mischief, and something more. Loki will come to learn how little love Odin has for him in utter dismay, hurt, and betrayal. They wandered out to the garden. He's gone. Thor ripped Loki's robes open above the now evident stab wound, wincing at the size of it. Imagine Loki would have been locked away in a cell at the Avengers' headquarters and not in Asgard, because he promises the Avengers to change if they would not bring him back there. Loki, sensing her train of thought, hugged her and whispered, "It's okay. When Loki spends a day trying to please his father, Odin responds in discontent of Loki and a favour for Thor. A numb feeling settled over him, he stopped fighting, a sharp tingling sense drifting through his chest, his arms, his legs, his heart as his magic was sapped away. Will they find sadness and sorrow or laughter and love? Will their journey bring them closer together or tear them apart?. He tried, in vain, to heal the oozing wound, desperately trying to help his baby brother. " She smiled up at him, into those crystal blue eyes. He cannot hurt you. Dead. Then, the old king had stretched out his hand, seidr glowing, Loki's strength suddenly draining as his magic left him. Loki has grown bored of being held prisoner in the Avengers complex. osgu thgaju bjf qmxxu epjqos jfepgy cgy oxv irquu qmuwv