Knees tucked up to his chest he kept his gaze to the floor. The cell they kept him in was constantly flooded with light, even at night they didn’t give him a break from it. Hands shackled but the runes were mistaken and weren’t spell binding; Loki debated whether or not he should just leave. The cell was no different than than the one they held him in on the Helicarrier and that one he knew he could waltz out of at any time.
He was accepting his fate, perhaps? Or maybe because he was just tired. His mind exhausted now that he was finally seeing clearly. Memories flooding back to him of all the things he had done.. The things he forced him to do.
In truth Loki knew he was going to receive the silent treatment, especially from Thor but for nearly a week they left him alone, trying to figure out a method to get him back to Asgard using the Tesseract’s energy no doubt. But no interrogation, no threatening, not even a disappointed look. In some way it was insulting. Not to mention they didn’t even feed him but after his time in Sanctuary he was used to starving.
Closing his eyes tried to find some rest but the constant noise of electricity, people passing by and the ringing of the fluorescent lights above.
Something made him stir, more like someone had stopped to gawk at him. “Do you have an appointment?” He growled, voice cracking and dry.