Snippet #1966739

Loki opened his eyes to slits as he heard someone come into the arena, He raised his head from his hand and frowned as he looked him up and down, he seemed quite normal looking, spectacled eyes, long dark brown hair, and wearing odd attire, though he supposed it might be mortal fashion. When the man asked him if he was in charge Loki smirked a bit, “And if I was in charge? What would you do?” he asked him. His eyes glinted a bit chaotically. “Would you flee? Attack? Or surrender?” he asked him pausing a bit after each option before he shrugged. “Or would you do nary a thing about it?” he asked him. He gave the man another look over. “You are no judge, else I would have recognized you… no Aesir either…” he muttered hiding his confusion, “Well than speak, what are you?” he asked him a bit harshly as he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. He really didn’t care for this man’s name, figuring that he would be soon sent back for his punishment or he would die… Asgard forbidden the thought of himself being killed. But that was a possibility. After all he had seen, and played a hand in, a god’s death.

Loki heard a door to this room open and sighed, what is the point of this place being magically concealed if anyone can enter… But then he felt it… Thor was here. He leapt out of his throne and sneered at him. “YOU!” he bellowed. When Thor asked him what did he do, Loki snarled at him. “What did I do? The better question dear Odinson is why am I here! For I am guiltless of this! I have been a little… tied up if you remember correctly. Though, I must admit it is grand to be out of that cave and not have venom dripping out of a snakes mouth… much like yours.” he hissed at him angrily as he brought his staff as if to smite Thor from where he stood.

For the moment the other man was all but forgotten in Lokis’ eyes, his rage towards Thor consuming him like fire, appropriate for that is what he represented.