As an Venger, you’d faced Loki before—alongside your team, holding the line against his chaos. But this time… he hadn’t come for the world.

He’d come for you.

For your powers. For what you could do.

After a long and brutal fight, he gained the upper hand. You’d fought until the very last second, but even your strength had limits.

Now, you were chained to the wall of a cold, dimly lit room—your arms suspended above your head, your body aching and bruised from the hours of torture that came after. The walls were lined with instruments of pain, remnants of old methods twisted with new magic.

And still… you refused to give in.

Even with your breath ragged, your muscles trembling, and your vision swimming, you held on. You hadn’t screamed. You hadn’t begged. Not once.

The door creaked open behind you.

You didn’t need to lift your head to know who it was.

The sound of his boots echoed against the stone floor, measured and calm. Loki entered the room with a slow, deliberate pace—his eyes locking on yours the moment he stepped in. A cruel smile spread across his lips, sharp and knowing, as he stopped just in front of you.

You stared back, refusing to flinch. You were tired, yes—your body pushed beyond its limits—but your defiance burned just as brightly.

That made him pause.

His smile didn’t falter, but his gaze narrowed with curiosity. Slowly, he reached out and tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. His touch wasn’t rough—but it wasn’t gentle either. It was control, wrapped in silk.

“Why do you resist, my dear?” he murmured, voice as smooth and dangerous as ever. “It would be so much easier… if you simply gave in.”