Imagine Loki not recognising you

You laughed at Thor as he finished downing the horrible shot of drink you'd given him. He'd lost the bet, so of course, he had to take the forfit. "No more", he burps laughing as Loki gives you a well deserved high-five of approval. You'd been playing the Midgardian game of 'Spin The Bottle' with the warriors three, Sif, Thor and Loki for hours now, just having fun and enjoying each other's company. "Loki, it's your turn now brother", Thor pipes up as he nudges him on the arm, the bottle landing on him after being spun. "I think not brother. Look, it points back to you", Loki slyly chuckles, as he waves his hand, causing the bottle to spin back around. "That is cheating", you say, hitting him playfully on the arm. "Go on, true or dare?", you ask him eagerly. Loki thinks for a moment, biting his lip in thought before he decides. "Truth", he says cautiously, looking around the others. "Ha, bit rich coming for the God of Lies", you chuckle, and Loki just grins back. "Ohhh, I know what to ask", Sif says, leaning in closer, almost to whisper. "Who do you love?", she whispered slyly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. His eyes widened as he gulped, looking nervously at everyone, before his eyes rested calmly on yours. "Y/N", he whispered quietly, a small smile on his lips. "Ohhhhh. My dear brother. A fine choice for a wife!", Thor said rather loudly, slamming him quite hard on the back. "Thor, you're drunk", Loki snarled as you began laughing, as he reached over and spun the bottle, which landed on you. "So Y/N, truth or dare?", Loki chuckled, finding it a little tricky to keep eye contact as his cheeks turned a little pink. "Dare", you said rather boldly. Loki grinned, and pointed to the bottle. "Y/N. I dare you, to take this bottle, and fill it with snow, from the frozen wasteland of Jotunhiem". Everyone gasped in shock, no one believed you would do that. "Alright", you said, wanting to impress Loki, but perhaps the alcohol was talking more sense. Picking up the bottle, you grabbed your cloak, and with a fleeting glance back at Loki, vanished through the secret pathway into the blistering wind of Jotunhiem. Gripping your cloak tighter around you, you shuffled through the thick snow storm until you found the softest snow, and began to scoop it into the bottle. You'd nearly filled it when your wrist both erupted into blistering pain. Frost Giants had snuck up behind you, and now had grabbed your wrists, your flesh burning in their icy touch. "An Asgardian", the cold voice of Laufey said as through your tear filled eyes he appeared in front of you. "Please, stop!", you screamed in pain, now on your knees, the pain unbearable. "And such a pretty face too", he sneered, as his red eyes looked into yours. He then placed his icy hands on your face, and you screamed as it began to burn. You kept on screaming until the pain became too much, and you blacked out. It had been three months since you had disappeared, and all of Asgard had gone out looking for you, Loki leading the force, feeling guilty for making you go. You had been made into Laufey's slave, your body no longer recognisable through the burnt flesh that had struggled to heal. "Slave. We have guests", Laufey said loudly, and you immediately headed to his side. Your heart stopped when you saw a young Jotun, dressed in black and green armour, his features seeming familiar. "Laufey. Tell me! Where is Y/N?", Loki snarled in disgust, his skin glistening. Laufey chuckled horribly, not wanting to listen to the rambling a of the young prince any longer. "Slave. Dismiss them", he ordered as he left the throne room. You cautiously made your way over to him as his shoulders shook in anger. "What do you want you ugly creature?", Loki snapped at you, reeling in disgust at your horrible features. Your heart broke inside, with Loki not being able to tell it was you. You wanted to speak to him, to tell him, but Laufey had paralysed your vocal chords so you could never speak again. Your eyes filled with tears, which did not go unnoticed by Loki who seemed to get even more angry. "Leave me be! I can escort myself out", he snarled, as much to your effort, were unable to call him back. You tried the only thing you could do, and reaching into your pocket, pulled out the bottle full of snow you had kept hidden and threw it so it hit Loki on his back. Immediately, he turned around fuming, and charged at you. "How dare you attack a prince slave!", he shouted, bringing his hand up and striking you across the face, knocking you to the ground. He raised his hand up again to strike you down, anger in his eyes when he stopped, his eyes locked on the bottle. Something clicked in his mind as he bent over and picked it up, looking down at it, remember the last place he'd seen it. His eyes grew softer, a tear running down his cheek as he tossed it in his hands. "Y/N", he whispered under his breath, before he made it shatter into a million pieces. You were distraught, and tried to hold onto Loki to stop him leaving, but he hit you away again in his emotional rage. "Get off me! She's dead!", he cried as in a fleeting glance, ran, and disappeared through the loud cracking of the Bifrost. You collapsed onto the floor in tears, broken, realising Loki hadn't recognised you, and he would never come back.