HE REMEMBERS NOT HOW LONG HE’S BEEN SEQUESTERED IN THIS CELL , how long he’s been trapped like a prisoner in the place he’d once called home . it’s a fitting fate for him , in a twisted sort of way . HE WAS NEVER ODIN’S SON , only ever a weapon . a captive . a prisoner . a tool , meant to be used against his own people . whether he waits in a prison cell or a gilded tower , a prison is still a prison .
he leans back against the wall , gaze locked on the ceiling above him . rivulets of water drip along the wall , rhythmically plopping onto the ground in front of him . weeks , he thinks , since the man he’d once called father locked him away . perhaps longer . locked him away like he did all of his other mistakes .
in the silence of the dungeon , he hears the air in front of him CRACK , almost like thunder , like ——
❛ THOR . ❜ he scowls , chin dropping until his gaze meets his brother’s . he looks DIFFERENT , somehow , though loki cannot place what has changed . ❛ what is it that you want ? come to GLOAT again ? or perhaps you’ve simply come to force your PITY upon me again ? if so , i’ve no interest . ❜
he leans forward , lips pulling back to bare his teeth in a brittle , menacing grin .
it is not that he doesn't expect the bitterness from loki, the desolate anger in his brother's gaze. but after the years, after asgard and thanos-- it causes a harsh twist in his chest, a falter in his step. blue eyes meet green ( eyes!! ) and some of the excitement bleeds from his expression.
❛ loki, ❜ he steps forward, passing through the shimmering field as if it isn't even there. ❛ i know you will not believe what i say. i can hardly believe it myself. but i do require your trust; though i have done naught to earn it of late. ❜ he extends his hand, palm up, showing loki the rough-hewn green stone. stolen in a desperate bid to fix everything, to change time itself.
❛ do you know what this is?? ❜