Good for the Soul (слэш)

They were almost to Midgard when the attack came, almost to the promise of safety when that was all dashed to pieces by an attack from a force they could not overcome. Loki didn’t have to wait for the boarding parties to start cutting down Asgardians to know what they faced.
He’d have recognized Thanos’s ships anywhere.
Loki should have known something like this was doomed to happen. They’d finally found the space to breath, a chance for unexpected happiness, and so, of course, the universe had to step in. The last few weeks, stressful as they had been, crossing the blackness of space, had been a gift they apparently had to pay for.
Written to fill the Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt for “Playing with Puppets” (two more prompts 'til a bingo!) and the Whumptober prompt for “Shaky Hands.” Please heed the warnings and know that I take making bad things happen seriously.