The guards pushed Loki into the cell locking the door behind him. It wasn’t pretty or clean, this cell was dark and dirty. The walls were damp from the water running next to it, the glass around the cell had mold growing around the edges. With one small stone slab for Loki to sleep on he knew he was truly in hell. Standing in the middle of the cell he looked around and sighed. “This is what I’ve been lowered down to. The most royal filth of Asgard.” He looked over at the small stack of books from the last prisoner that resided in the cell. Picking on of the books up he looked at the spine to see the name. With a smirk he tossed it back in the pile. “Great a hopeful shmuck was last here. My joy will come from counting the days to my execution.” Loki lazily slumped down on the stone slab. Exchanging one cell for another he rubbed his face trying to rid himself of any emotions he once had for his so called family. At that moment he heard someone enter the prison. Looking around the corner he saw Odin walk up with two guards on his heels. Loki backed away from the glass keeping his eyes low. Watching as Odin entered the cell leaving the guards outside, Loki stepped back even more.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 03:40:35 +0000
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