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They managed to capture Loki. He is sitting in a glass box. Alone. With his thoughts.
Loki doesn't even know what to think anymore at this point. He keeps on pleading for them to help, just every time he opens his mouth to say something it just comes out wrong. He's stuck between wanting to tear them apart for being so stupid and wanting to curl up in a ball and just cry. Loki is so done with this situation that he looks lost. Resigned. Done. Ready to give up.
Naturally with so many things buzzing around in his head, he complety misses what the Avengers are saying to him. They talk and he sees them. But he can't hear their words. He can't comprehend what they mean. Everything is just a big blur.
Numb. Cold. Pain. Anger. Sadness. That's all he's felt for a long time. That's all he's feeling now.