@glxrixuspurpxse for the Asgardian Prison AU
The dungeons were almost silent - crammed full to the bursting as they were, that might seem impossible, but everyone seemed subdued. Reflecting on the years they would spend, staring at blank walls, crammed together with no respite from the others.
But the latest occupant was to avoid that sorry fate - either too delicate or too dangerous for the others, it had been decided that she would be placed in the one empty cell.
Or, almost empty, rather. The cell that housed Asgard’s fallen prince, the Trickster god.
The dungeon’s doors slammed open, breaking the silence and bringing with it the sounds of a struggle. A small girl - surely too small for the amount of guards escorting her lonesome figure, dragged down the hall by a thick chain secured to an iron collar around her pale throat. Weapons were pointed at Loki as the yellow wall retracted, the catch to the collar undone so they could roughly shove the girl into the cell and close up the wall. The guards avoided Loki’s gaze as they left, and the other prisoners started jeering at the prince finally having to share his space, his status no longer enough to keep him separate from the lowlifes - And of course the usual crude remarks that accompanied the appearance of a pretty female. Speaking of...
The girl sat with her back to the window - wall, her white dress torn and blood splattered, eyes gleaming red and fangs bared as she muttered her threats of vengeance for this injustice under her breath. Before finally registering her companions presence and giving him a disdainful once-over.
“Oh. You don't look at all impressive. I thought they were keeping you separate for the safety of the other criminals.”
Rolling her eyes - which had faded to an exquisite pale violet - she turned her head away, silver blonde hair falling like a curtain to hide her face from view.
“You're hardly even worth my attention.”
