You have no idea.

Loki sat with his hands in his lap, hanging his head. He was fiddling with the handcuffs around his wrists.

"Loki,"

Loki looked up, and he looked disturbed.
A man was staring at him, smirking, with a needle in his hand.
"Are you ready to comply?"

What?
What the hell?
What the hell?
Would shield do this? Why would they need to?
Ready to comply? What? He though he was already doing that.

"What?" Loki asked.

The man walked closer, and injected the need into Loki's arm. Loki squirmed, but stopped, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

The man smiled.
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Seaqual to Scarred, read that before you read this.
Also explores really dark themes, harsh language, and violence.