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Music shrilled and boomed. Lights flashed. Wherever Loki's eyes settled, the world shifted and swirled: he was in a fairground, a dance club, an arcade. All of it shimmered with magic, but knowing that didn't matter when he couldn't focus.
Then the Captain was there, a point of brightly colored stillness amid the chaos. Surely he should've been worse off than Loki and yet here he was, mouth forming words Loki couldn't hear, hand outstretched.
If he was going to get out of this, he needed a moment's peace. Loki took the Captain's hand.
The world settled and fell silent.