{ This is a crack fic, a weird mess of chaos created by Artificial intelligence }

Chapter one

The golden halls of the Asgardian courtroom gleamed under the flickering light of the eternal flames. At the center stood Loki, wrists bound in golden chains, his expression unreadable as Thor’s voice echoed through the chamber. 

“You always wanted to see me fail, didn’t you? Sabotaging my coronation—what did you hope to gain this time?” Thor’s voice was sharp, laced with anger and disappointment. 

Loki leaned casually against the rail, though the chains weighed heavily on his wrists. He raised a brow, feigning boredom. 

“Oh, do enlighten me, brother. How exactly did I ruin your little crowning ceremony? Was it my very existence again?” 

Thor clenched his fists, his face flushed with frustration. 

“Your games put us all at risk! Asgard is not your plaything, Loki!” 

Frigga, seated beside Odin, intervened with a calm but firm voice. 

“Loki, enough of this deflection. If you’ve done nothing wrong, say so. We cannot help you if you won’t speak.” 

“Help me?” Loki smirked bitterly. “Since when has this family ever helped me? No, Mother, let them decide. I’m sure the verdict is already written.” 

Odin’s single eye was hard as stone, his silence a judgment in itself. Thor opened his mouth to retort when the courtroom doors burst open. A guard stumbled in, his armor dented, his face bloodied. 

"My king… the outer defenses—they’ve fallen!” 

The chamber trembled as a resounding boom echoed through the palace. A shadow loomed over the room, and gasps rippled through the crowd. 

“Something… someone… is coming.” 

Chapter two

The skies above Asgard roared with chaos. Golden warships descended, their weapons firing relentlessly at Thanos’ massive fleet. Asgardian warriors, armed with enchanted blades and shields, poured out onto the battlefield. 

Thor stood at the forefront, Mjolnir crackling with lightning as he launched himself into the fray. He took down dozens of enemies, his hammer spinning with deadly precision. 

“Hold the line! For Asgard!” 

But for every enemy they felled, ten more seemed to take their place. Thanos’ forces were a calculated storm—relentless, unyielding, and devastatingly effective. 

At the heart of the battlefield, Thanos himself emerged. His towering frame was a wall of muscle and precision, his armor gleaming with the blood of fallen warriors. Thor hurled Mjolnir with all his might, the hammer crashing into Thanos’ chest. The force staggered the Titan, but he caught the hammer mid-flight, his massive hand gripping it as if it were a toy. 

“Impressive,” Thanos said, his deep voice calm, almost amused. “But futile.” 

With a swing of his arm, he sent Thor flying into a pillar, shattering it on impact. 

...

The palace was in ruins, its halls littered with fallen soldiers. Thanos strode into the courtroom, his heavy boots echoing in the stunned silence. His soldiers filled the chamber, their weapons trained on the Asgardian leaders. 

Thanos’ gaze swept over the room, ignoring Odin, Frigga, and Thor entirely. His eyes locked onto Loki, who stood defiantly in the center of the chamber. 

“You know why I’m here,” Thanos said, his voice a low rumble. 

Loki tilted his head, his smirk sharp as a blade. 

“Sorry, big guy. You’ll have to be more specific. I get blamed for so many things.” 

Thanos gritted the words through his clenched jaws, "Don’t play coy with me. You know why I’m here. My mate. Where is he?” 

A ripple of confusion spread through the room. Thor struggled against his bonds. 

“Loki doesn’t know anything about your mate!” 

Thanos ignored him, stepping closer to Loki. 

“You’ve hidden him well. But you can’t hide forever.” 

Loki’s mask slipped for a fraction of a second, his hands, long freed from their constraints, clenching at his sides. 

Frigga’s voice broke through the tension. 

“Loki, if you know something—if there’s a way to stop this—tell us. Save your brother.” 

Loki’s breath hitched, his gaze flickering to Thor. For a moment, he hesitated. If his mother knew what she was asking of him, would she still ask?

Thor was at his rope's end, the once mighty hero now reduced to keening mess as Thanos' underling, the one with telekinesis, held the red crystal against his head.

For the slightest moment, Loki wanted to give up his centuries worth effort to keep himself safe and if possible, end all of this misery.

Then Sif’s voice cut through. 

“Why bother? Loki has no love for Thor. He wouldn’t lift a finger to save him.” 

The words stung more than Loki cared to admit, but he kept his expression neutral. 

"Wow, such blatant truth! You wound me, Sif." Loki snickered instead.

But Thanos had enough of the cheap family drama. With a flick of his hand, Thanos yanked Loki forward. The golden chains tightened, and Loki stumbled but managed to keep his balance. 

“You have something that belongs to me,” Thanos said, his voice dangerously low. “And I will have it.” 

Chapter three

Loki smirked again, but this time it faltered. The sharpness in Thanos’ gaze sent a flicker of unease down his spine. 

Thanos studied Loki’s face, his massive hand cupping Loki’s chin. 

“Interesting,” Thanos murmured, his thumb brushing over Loki’s jawline. Loki tensed. 

“You’re grasping at shadows, Titan. You won’t find what you’re looking for here.” 

But Thanos wasn’t listening. His eyes locked onto the delicate necklace resting against Loki’s collarbone. The glimmer of ancient Asgardian magic danced faintly across its surface. Odin's magic encrypted in an artifact, still enabled even with the Titan's ward stopping any and all kinds of magic within the perimeter. But Thanos didn't know these details.

Thanos, however, was watching Loki intently, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He stepped closer, his massive hand brushing against Loki’s collarbone, dangerously close to the lithe, gold necklace.

“A glamour,” Thanos murmured. “How quaint.” 

Of course, the idea that the reincarnated mate he has been searching for centuries, throughout the universes, was actually walking around right under his nose all this while was excruciating. Thanos didn't process all that information and did not come to such a conclusion, he only acted upon instinct. An wild guess, a pebble thrown in the dark,

“You’ve been hiding so near,” Thanos said, his voice soft, almost tender. “And you thought this would keep you safe?” 

Loki’s breath hitched with bad premonition as Thanos’ hand moved towards the necklace. 

“Don’t,” Loki warned, his voice sharp. “I’ll kill you where you stand.” 

Thanos smirked. 

“You can try.” 

In one swift motion, he tore the necklace away. The inertia threw the weakened god pathetically onto the marble floor, like a poor maiden with her achilles tendons cut off.

The air shimmered as the glamour broke, the bright silhouette hid the transformation from the prying eyes, but the size of the hovering figure had obviously shrunk. Once midnight, black hair now cascaded in pearly white waves, covering any glimpse they could have gotten of the face.

But even without the view of his face, Loki’s true form was revealed—his ethereal beauty, haunting and delicate, seemed almost unreal. Obviously, it was just a petite boy sprawled on his arms and legs, hair a mess all over the floor, legs askew and disgracefully out in the open as his now oversized robe slid off irresponsibly. But what an effect that embarrassing , disgraceful view had! No words could capture the reason it captivated you into a block of stone.

The courtroom naturally fell silent. 

Thor’s unfocused eyes widened in shock. His voice barely a murmur,
“Loki… what is..?” 

Loki was still out of it, nauseous after the years long glamour was suddenly, so violently pulled off of him. He straightened up just a notch with all his weight on his trembling arms, looked  through the hairs blocking his face and was met with two pairs of ocean blue hands with pretty, thin fingers and neatly trimmed nails. His own hands. They were truly beautiful, but the beauty terrified the God. He suddenly didn't want to sit up nor look around anymore.

Thanos stepped closer, his expression shifting from smugness to reverence. He reached out, brushing a strand of Loki’s hair behind his ear.  Even as Loki flinched backward, Thanos diligently brushed the messy, white locks behind and out came his mate's familiar face. A little pointy, sharp even, with just the right features in just the right places. His mate's eyes were blown wide with uncontrollable despair, red like cherries, red like he remembered even after eons and eons of years.

“It’s you,” he whispered. 

Loki’s voice trembled, but he masked it with a glare.  He flicked Thanos' adventurous hand and spit venomously “Don’t touch me.” 

Thor's voice had regained the intensity within the few seconds he was exempted from his torture, he screamed with assured vengeance, "Hands off of him, bastard!"

Thanos tilted Loki’s head, his eyes lingering on the curve of his neck. Too busy looking at his long lost mate to care about the seething God.

“You’ve been mine across lifetimes. Do you think you can escape me in this one?” 

Before Loki could reply, Thanos yanked him upon his feet with strong holds on his thin wrists and spun him around to get a proper access to his back. Loki instantly knew what the crazy giant was up to.

Instinctively, he tried to crouch down and hide in a fetal position, but doing that he only offered his nape up to the later and embedded himself into the man's embrace further more. Thanos chuckled at the futile attempts of his adorable mate at fleeing and unhurriedly bit into his nape.

The room collectively froze once more as Loki gasped sharply, his body stiffening against the assault. The searing pain of the mark glowed bright, an indelible claim that shimmered with a golden hue before fading into an ominous, darkened outline.  Thor's muffled voice echoed in the humongous court room; apparently the God had been gagged somewhen in the meantime. A droplet of blood slid down Loki's cheek, mingling with his tears and finally dropped on the white marble, trickling from his pointy nose.

Loki’s hands gripped Thanos’ arm, attempting to push him away, but the Titan was immovable. His intimidating frame overlapped him from others eyes almost entirely. Loki felt suffocated as he was almost folded within the arms of his perpetrator. His bare feet dangling and futilely kicking the fore legs of the Titan looked more as if they were twitching from nerves.

When Thanos finally released him, Loki tumbled down on the white floor, his hand covering the bloodied, throbbing mark. 

“You monster,” Loki hissed, his voice low and trembling. 

Thanos looked down at him, unshaken. 

“You’re mine, Loki. This time, you will not run.” 

Somewhere in the courtroom, Frigga was sobbing into Odin's chest, Loki didn't need to look up to picture the scene.

What a day he was having!

Chapter four

The courtroom erupted into chaos. Thor bellowed in fury, straining against his bonds, while Thanos' voice thundered, commanding the room to silence. Their expression was a mix of horror and disbelief. 

Thanos raised a hand, his voice cutting through the clamor. 

“Hear me, Asgardians." Even though the room had about a few hundreds nobles and officials, he spoke as if speaking to the entire nation, "This is my offer: Your prince will wed me willingly. If he does, I will spare this realm and its people. Refuse, and I will raze this golden city to the ground, leaving not even its memory behind. So, pick your choice. A royal ball, or Ragnarok.” 

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Loki’s laugh broke it, sharp and bitter. 

“You call this ‘willing’? Do you not see the irony in your so-called mercy? Well, you never did.” 

Thanos ignored the venom in Loki’s words. He felt a little guilty when he glanced at his lover, who was still sprawled haphazardly on the floor, refusing to look up and meet his eyes.

“You have a week to prepare for the ceremony.” His gaze swept over the royal family, lingering on Loki. “I expect no further… resistance.” 

The week passed in a haze of reluctant preparations. Asgard’s streets buzzed with confusion and unease. Word spread like wildfire about the forced union between their mischievous prince and the Mad Titan. 

The day of the wedding arrived, grand and somber. The palace gleamed with opulence, but the air was thick with tension. Loki sat Infront of the floor length mirror in his bed chamber, his appearance ethereal yet defiant. He wore Asgardian robes of red and gold, though he had not donned them willingly. 

“You look beautiful,” Frigga said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

Loki didn’t respond. His dead eyes were distant, his thoughts elsewhere. 

Chapter five

Uninvited but expected, the Avengers arrived during the ceremony. Tony Stark, in a sharply tailored suit, leaned toward Steve Rogers as they entered the hall. They had gotten the hidden message from the foreign god of thunder two days ago. Took two days to decipher it and come up with a hasty plan; without any prior intel on the enemy they were required to fight.

“So, let me get this straight,” Tony said, his voice low through the earpiece as they discreetly blended in the crowd of peasants in their respective disguise. “We’re crashing a space tyrant’s wedding to an actual god of mischief? This beats Vegas.” 

Steve sighed, his face tense. 

“This isn’t a joke, Stark. Loki may be a criminal, but he doesn’t deserve this.” 

Natasha Romanoff’s sharp eyes scanned the huge stage in the town square where the alien army prepared for the upcoming ceremony and made merry. 

“Stay alert. If things go south, we’ll need a way out.” 

Bruce Banner, noticeably uneasy, muttered under his breath. 

“You mean if things go south? They already are.” 
 
As Loki stood before Thanos, the ceremonial vows began. Thanos’ eyes burned with possessiveness, his towering frame casting a shadow over Loki. 

“Do you, Loki Odinson, accept this union?” the officiant asked. 

Loki’s lips parted, but no sound escaped. His heart thundered in his chest.

Thor, who was still supposed to be under house arrest but was pacing in the crowd of curious Asgardians in his makeshift disguise, shook with unkempt wrath. Natasha, noticing Thor's demeanor, warned him through the earpiece, "Big guy, calm down. Don't try to do something heroic out of anger and sabotage the whole plan"

Thor gritted his teeth, "What plan. That bastard is humiliating my little brother Infront of the whole Asgard. I'll"

Clint begrudgingly cut him off, "Same question. What plan though? Tony didn't give us any briefing."

Tony Stark’s voice crackled through the comms. 

“Alright, team. Phase one: keep the big guy distracted. Phase two: we grab Loki. Phase three: we run like hell.” 

Steve Rogers frowned. 

“That’s not a plan. That’s a prayer.” 

“Semantics,” Tony quipped.

Seeing Loki's lack of response, the audience broke into another bouts of whispers. Thanos smiled affectionately, but his unruly hands snuck around the smaller man, one grabbing onto the later's waist through the slit of his garment and the other casually brushing off the leaf from his shoulder.

"Do you take me as your husband, my love? Say it, say 'I do.'..."

Loki gasped in pain, Thanos's grip on his flesh was nothing less than punishing. Physiological tears fell as he clawed the unbreakable, thick skin on Thanos' arm.

Thor finally couldn't wait any longer, broke free from his heavy cloak ahead of time and stormed into the hall, Mjolnir blazing. 

“He does not!” Thor roared. “I won’t let this happen!” 

The Avengers sprang into action. Iron Man’s suit clanged into place as he launched himself toward Thanos, repulsor beams blazing. Steve flung his shield, aiming for the Titan’s armored gauntlet, while Natasha and Clint worked to evacuate the Asgardian civilians. 

Chaos erupted. The palace shook as Thanos deflected each attack with ease, his power overwhelming. 

“You dare interrupt my wedding?” Thanos growled, his voice a thunderclap. 

“You’re not marrying him!” Thor bellowed with the same intensity, swinging Mjolnir with all his might. 

Loki, caught in the fray, glared at the chaos. He hated how his fate had become a spectacle, a battleground for others’ agendas. With a flick of his wrist, he tried to summon his magic, sending an illusion of himself to misdirect Thanos’ soldiers. But the illusion made it as far as two steps before its demise, like always. With Thanos' ward, the Asgardians no longer held any seidre... Without his magic, Loki was left to watch as his fate was being toyed by people he either loathed or disdained.

Chapter six

The rebellion ended in a stalemate. Thanos, though momentarily disarmed, stood victorious as the Asgardians and Avengers regrouped, bloodied and weary. Loki, his magic depleted, faced Thanos with blazing eyes. 

“You want me, Thanos? You have me. But do not mistake this union for submission. I will never be yours in spirit.” 

Thanos smirked, unbothered by the defiance. 

“That fire of yours,” he said, stepping closer. “It only makes you more beautiful.” 

Loki’s jaw clenched, his hatred palpable. Whatever dude, cringe! Loki inwardly grimaced.

Days turned into weeks. Asgard was subdued, its people adjusting to life under Thanos’ rule. The royal family was confined to their quarters, now mere figureheads under the title Family of the Royal Consort. 

To save their planet in the long run, The Avengers, though hesitant, maintained a tenuous alliance with the new Asgard to monitor the situation. 

In private, Loki plotted. His mind was a storm of schemes, each one more desperate than the last. The mark on his nape burned—a constant reminder of his captivity. But he refused to let it define him. 

“This isn’t over,” Loki whispered to himself, his reflection in the mirror staring back with cold determination. 

Chapter seven

The wedding was a grand yet somber affair, attended by Asgardian nobles and guarded by Thanos’ soldiers.

After the regime was a bit more stable, Thanos held another ceremony and called for all the races in the seven realms. In the ball room, Loki stood beside Thanos, his expression unreadable. 

The nobles whispered amongst themselves. 

“He’s a prisoner,” one said. 
“Or a traitor,” another replied. 

At the royal ball held after the ceremony, the tension was palpable. Whatever they thought of him, they all seemed to agree upon one thing. Loki was an unfortunate God they wouldn't swap shoes with.

One noble, Loki's former fiancée, dared to approach Loki. She sorted Loki's flowy rob, that Thanos had personally hand picked from a earthen craftsmen's collection, and made space for herself on the armrest of the couch,

“So, what is it like, consort? Being bound to the enemy?”
Her voice was dripping with curiosity and mockery.

Loki’s smile was venomous.

“Freya, perhaps you should ask him yourself. I’m sure he’d be happy to demonstrate his… methods to you.” 

The noble scattered, her faces pale. 

Although no one approached him anymore, they showered him with pity and sighs.

 
In the privacy of his chambers, Loki traced the mark on his neck, his reflection glaring back at him in the mirror. 

“You’re mine,” Thanos’ voice echoed in his mind. 

Loki clenched his fists, his hatred burning brightly. But as the days passed, that hatred warred with something deeper—a flicker of longing he despised but couldn’t ignore. 

“This isn’t over,” Loki whispered, his voice filled with both determination and doubt. 

With a sigh, the prince walked towards the open terrace, his white hair flowing in the night wind like snow flex in a storm. After a short moment of peace, a warm and clingy embrace engulfed him from behind, breaking the short lived mirage. The large body entirely hid him from the night and Thor's hidden view through his Telescope.

Somewhere in the northern palace, the angry god of thunder broke the telescope in half as Steve tried to soothe him with kind words of hope.

But in the king's bed chamber, Thanos only smirked a little before giving all his undivided attention to his mate.

"Get lost!"

"I love you too"

Thanos trailed wet kisses alongside his slender neck, he does that any night he wants to take him to bed. Loki was used to this routine and knew any resistance was futile. He silently wiped his determined eyes as Thanos' strong arm carried him into the inner hall.