Loki backed away slowly until his back hit the wall. He swore at himself. It wasn't supposed to be like this. By now, he was supposed to have been the ruler of Midgard, all those weak mortals kneeling before him, the Avengers torn to shreds by his army.
Instead, he was backed into a corner, an arrow aimed at his eye. With the scepter firmly clutched in Romanoff's hands, he could do nothing but surrender.
Dragged back to Asgard like a criminal, or captured and tortured by Thanos. What a delightful choice I have here, Loki thought bitterly.
"Brother!" Thor bellowed, raising Mjolnir threateningly. "Surrender now. There is no way out."
Indeed. His body hurt like Hel, not surprisingly, considering what he'd gone through. He winced when his back touched the wall. Something was definitely broken. And the amount of magic he had was dangerously low. Any spell attempted now would have risky side-effects.
Loki felt like a rat backed into a corner by predators.
He didn't like the feeling.