open to: f muse: loki plot: set after the avengers when loki is locked up in a cell in asgard
“ did you come here to gloat? ” not out of realm of possibilities —— this should be a solitary confinement and yet people come and go. some with questions others with advice... useless to him, really. so there’s not even a look cast the intruder’s way, he keeps himself still, sinking into the bed, playing around with whatever he has left from the dinner tray brought earlier. after all, it might be more entertaining. surely three weeks or years along the road he might change his mind, but there’s been not enough time for him to. it didn’t burn his ego yet and so he keeps himself fueled by it. after all, they should kneel... “ come on then, make it quick. ” boredom colors the tone of voice, lazy sentences strung together. “ and take the tray back to the kitchen on your way out, won’t you? ”
