When he had arrived there, there wasn't a soul happy to see him in the slightest; except for his dearest mother of course... she was delighted to see him alive and well. His father didn't appear as if he could hold any more anger towards him. Loki wouldn't be surprised if Odin ordered his head on a platter at this point. His eyes landed on his mother who yearned to reach out to him but she knew she couldn't because of Odin. Loki stared ahead at his adopted father in unconcealed amusement.

"Loki... you're going to spend the rest of your life in a cell. Be grateful. The only reason you are still alive is because of Frigga and you will never see her again." Odin said and hit the end of his spear against the floor, signaling his guards to carry Loki away. They carried him down to the dungeons and opened an empty cell with only one side connecting to another cell. Thor frowned as they grasped Loki's Cuffs. Loki glanced over into the cell next to his to see a woman there. The woman looked up at him, but said nothing as they released his bonds. He refrained from furrowing his brows, seeing as her eyes had caught his attention swiftly. They looked abnormal, as if the parts of her eyes were destroyed and merged together.

They were strangely a lovely color... a cyan blue that reflected the color of the Tessaract. His own eyes were only a few shades paler. He tore his gaze from her broken eyes and looked around his room, it was dreadfully bland and lackluster when it came to décor and color, but he supposed that he was lucky seeing as he actually had a bed and furnishings in his cell, while all of the cells he could see had none. He glanced back at the woman, who had closed her eyes and rested her back against the wall furthest from him. Her image burned in the back of his mind and he swore he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't figure out where.

She wasn't anything out of the ordinary... She looked to be of Midgard origin, so he didn't think much of her. Although her eyes first caught his attention, her appearance screamed human... And her hair... long straight tresses of ebony with a silver shimmer to it that appeared to reach her lower back. He sighed and glanced at Thor, who had given him a look and made his way over to the woman.

Thor placed his hand on the barrier of the cell and she reached to place her fingertips where his palm was. "I promise I will fix this..." He whispered to her. Loki barely heard it but it drove his curiosity wild. He had so many questions for her now, but he was not going to ask them because it went against his prideful nature. The woman nodded at him and made her way back to the corner she had been in before.

Once the guards left, he sat on his couch and flipped open a book. He found his eyes constantly flicking over to her wall and he released a sigh as he snapped his book shut. He turned in his chair and propped his right leg over his left knee, while holding the book loosely in his grasp.

He watched her for a moment, determining whether or not to speak to her. His curiosity won and he offered a small smile. "Do you like to read?" he asked, but she didn't reply, she just stared at him in utter surprise. Her mouth opened, and then shut again. After a few minutes he sighed and rolled to lie back on his chair. It seemed she wasn't going to answer him. He hadn't actually expected any replies... He'd honestly just wanted to hear the sounds of his own voice, as narcissistic as that was it was the truth. He'd hoped for some sound to drown out the silence of the deathly silent cell block they'd placed him in.

He spent hours reading, and then the lights cut out. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he walked over to the small bed that lay propped against the walls. It was soft and had high quality blankets, but he supposed that's what happens when you're imprisoned royalty... you get the best of the best. He glanced over and looked at the woman once more, she lay propped up against the wall her nearly silent snores drifting between their conjoined wall. He raised a brow, pulled the covers over him, and rolled to face the wall. He drifted off not long after, he didn't care for this place, and you couldn't force him to... this was temporary until he found a means of escape.

:-:

He awoke the next morning to the sound of the guards bringing in more prisoners, which were by no means anything other than rowdy. He sighed and sat up on his bed, obviously there was no chance of him getting any more sleep until they were silenced once more. He glanced around his room and saw that he now had more books and another blanket which he hadn't had when he had gone to sleep. He glanced over to the room right next to his only to see her still sleeping with her back against the wall. He rolled his eyes and turned to face his chair where the new books were stacked up.

He sat down and flipped open the cover of one of the books, not even bothering to read what it was because he knew his mother would only give him books she knew he would read. He heard her moving in the other cell and he glanced over at her, she was doing some sort of... Yoga... as the Midgardians called it. He raised a brow as she pressed her chest down onto her crossed arms and using nothing but her abdominal strength lifting her lower half off of the floor. He repressed the interested look that he felt coming to his face. He turned back to his book, but once again found himself peering over to her side, where she was yet again doing some odd style of stretching.

After a few hours the guards finally brought them some food, although he noticed that his plate was much more extravagant than that of the girl in the cell next to his. He shrugged and made his way to his table to sit and eat. A few more hours passed and he sighed as he rolled from side to side on his bed. He was trying to sleep once more, seeing as the prisoners had all gone silent once more. He just couldn't seem to find the right position to get comfortable.

"Does your family ever visit you here?" He asked and He heard her moving around over there... but she didn't say a single word. "I understand if they don't... mine despise me..." He said and all of her movements halted. He looked over his shoulder from where he'd crossed his arms behind his head. She had motivated herself to sit in front of the wall dividing their cells, a frown on her lips but an interested furrow of her brows.

"I don't need your pity... it was just a question. Carry on with whatever you were doing over there before I asked..." He snapped and watched as she stood and made her way back towards the back wall where she sat with her elbows propped up on her knees. He rolled over to face the wall with his book in hand and read until he drifted off.

He woke on the third day to her humming a tune. She was sitting with her legs crossed in the center of her cell, humming a soft tune that made him want to move closer to listen, but he didn't because he was a god and no god should fall for the trickery of a mere mortal. He knew what she was trying to do... she was trying to lure him in closer, for what reason he didn't know. But what he did know is that he wasn't going to fall for her little game.

He turned and sat on his sofa and plucked another book from the pile and began reading it. This book was about the war between Odin and Laufey... It disgusted him. He threw the book across the room and fetched another. He leaned to sit down and found her broken eyes boring into him, as if trying to read him... or perhaps she was trying to decipher his emotions, or lack thereof towards her.

He rolled his eyes and sat down and flipped open the new book. It was on ice magic, which he could read for days without growing bored, but it just wasn't doing anything for him today. He sighed and stared at the wall. He sat there for hours, doing absolutely nothing. Even when they had brought in the food he hadn't eaten, he just sat there... too bored to do much else. Before he knew it, it was nearing night once more and he heard her moving around in her cell. Most likely to get ready for bed he supposed.

He looked to see her moving to sit by the wall and he sighed.

"Why are you here?"

He frowned at himself, seeing as his curiosity was getting the better of him. She sat up and looked at him, the small surprise on her face said that she hadn't thought he was going to speak to her today. Her dark ebony hair seemed to glow in her ever darkening cell and that was how he could tell where she moved during the night. Her hair seemed to stand out against the darkness in a way that made it seem as if there was a shadow moving in the dark.

He rolled over and actually drifted off once he saw her stop moving.

:-:

He awoke much earlier this morning than he had any other morning so far, and all he could see in the dark were her glowing blue eyes. They were eerie and sent shivers down his spine. He didn't know what was up with her eyes, but he had decided that he didn't like it. Especially when they glowed in this manner...

The flicker of blue flashed through his mind's eye and he grit his teeth and threw his books. That damnable Tesseract had caused this. It and the Chitauri had tricked him into the whole mess on earth and this is where it put him. He supposed he should thank that abominable creature that had smashed him back into reality, but he was too bitter and prideful to admit he had been controlled by a damnable stone.

He was a god and yet a rock controlled him. His lip curled up in a vicious sneer and he threw the last book at the wall, watching in a mild amusement as its pages shredded and fell about the floor. He held up a hand and flicked his wrist in the direction of the book and it appeared to piece itself back together.

He flopped backwards onto his sofa and began rubbing his eyes in irritation. "What have I done to deserve this..." He growled and gripped his knees. Images of everything he had done on earth flooded his mind and he sneered once more. He had been so subtly tricked it was ridiculous. They had made him do things that seemed like something he would do but they had manipulated him...

He had been himself, but not himself all the same...

They brought in his tray of food, but he sent it up into the face of the guard that had brought it in. He sat in the same place pondering this same subject the entire day because it had angered him so much. Once he had thought about it, what had really set him off that morning where her eyes, those enraging eyes that reflected the color of the tessaract.

He stood and stomped over to the divider between the cells. It was pitch black once more in the cells, but he could see her... her inky black shadowy hair was a dead giveaway of her position. "I have another question for you... and this time I would like an answer." He demanded and she tilted her head up at him, her odd eyes slowly opening to look up at him.

The color of her eyes made his breath hitch and he was frozen in place for a moment, confused as to what he was supposed to do while those eyes were tugging at his soul. His jaw hung agape for a moment, but then he gathered himself once more and cleared his throat.

"What is wrong with your eyes?" He asked, but as usual... there was only silence to greet him. Silence... and the glowing image of her eyes blinking curiously at him before they slid shut and signaled her drift into unconsciousness.

:-:

He woke the next morning to see her dusting off her leggings, what she was dusting off of them he had no idea, seeing as the cells were always pristine. He raised a brow and shook his head. He began pacing his cell in boredom, only stopping when the door opened to reveal more guards. He raised a brow and neared his cell barrier.

Before him now stood Frigga, who had snuck in to see him. "Mother..." He greeted and she held a finger to her lips. "You must be quieter dear... Heimdall is watching." She said and he nodded. "He doesn't feel you should grace me with your presence does he?" Loki asked and Frigga frowned. She placed her hand on the barrier and looked him in the eyes expectantly.

"Dear... Heimdall is the only reason I am here right now... he is keeping your father busy at the moment..." she said and Loki frowned as he placed his hand over hers on the barrier. "Forgive me mother... I have done my wrongs..." he said and finally made eye contact with her. "Loki..." she began but he shook his head.

"I was misguided mother... but... I will serve my sentence here because I know I was wrong... I'm still angry, still very much bitter... but I will do whatever I must if it enables me to one day be able to live amongst you once more..." He said and Frigga frowned. "You know that won't happen..." She whispered and he offered a smug laugh.

"Dearest mother... I'm going to be on my best behavior... don't they let you out for good behavior?" he asked smugly and his mother gave him a scolding look. "You're acting like this is a game, Loki... your father was serious." She said and he sighed, but then offered her a distasteful look. "But... he's not my father... so I consequently do not care if he was serious or not." He said and Frigga removed her hand from the barrier.

"I hope you don't live to regret those words." She whispered as she wrapped her shawl around herself once more. "Goodbye for now, Loki..." she said as she walked away from his cell. He thought she was going to leave, but she instead walked over to the cell of that strange eyed woman. Frigga tapped on the cell and the woman looked at her.

"Syndra dear..." she called and the dark haired woman made her way to the barrier. "Oh dear..." Frigga sighed and Loki furrowed his brows at the genuine pity in his mother's eyes and voice. "Hold up the bracelets." Frigga said and Syndra, as he now knew her, held up the golden bangles. His mother cast some sort of spell and he furrowed his brows as the woman's appearance began to change.

Her hair no longer had the silver shimmer, and her eyes were correcting themselves. He scoffed and flipped through his book, trying to make his mother think he was completely uninterested. He waited for his mother to leave and for everything to go silent once more before he flung himself from his chair and glared into her cell.

He expected her to be looking at him in confusion, but she was painting. Whatever she was painting... he couldn't tell what it was, but he knew it was going to be impressive. Her gentle brush strokes across the solid back wall were done with such finesse that he knew she must very much enjoy painting. He scanned over the small part of the painting so far and he was mildly impressed, he figured this must be what keeps her sane in this place.

"You... Syndra..." he called and she looked over at him, green paint smudged on her face right below her eyes. He refrained from rolling his eyes at her, but asked his question anyways. "What is your favorite color, seeing as you like paint... I thought I would ask." He said and she stared at him in confusion. She wasn't sure why he was talking to her, he guessed. He waited for a moment, but once she didn't do anything other than stare at him... he decided it was time to move along and he sat down with another book.

:-:

Weeks flew past... and not once had she answered any of his questions... he was getting slightly annoyed with her, but he didn't show it... he was only asking questions every day to try and find something to do so he could hear himself speak, especially since his mother hadn't come back to visit in a while.

He had asked one question every day... he believed he was on question... um... twenty six now... his previous questions were redundant at times, but he had been bored and had decided to just ask everything that came to mind. After every question he would watch to see how she would react to said question. Some amused him, and some amused her, but she never answered any of them and he was becoming bored. However, thinking over each question he had asked... he supposed quite a few of them he wouldn't have answered either.

When and why did you come here?

She had given him an odd look on this question, one that was one of those looks that said, 'Uh... not by choice obviously.' He had found her reaction amusing, and had decided to let her silence go on that one. He had gone to sleep that night trying to come up with another question for her. This was becoming an amazing way to pass the time, even though it had only been like... five days since he had been here. But that meant nothing... it was keeping him busy instead of him reading the same page in a book in circles without grasping a single word on the page.

Your favorite midgardian creature? I enjoy the presence of cats.

He had said this, interrupting her from her wall sketching, but she didn't seem to mind. A small smile had crossed her lips as he told her that he enjoyed cats. That part was actually true. From what he had seen of cats they were treated like kings on earth. He wouldn't mind being in the form of one just to be treated like a king for a day, he mused.

How do you know Thor?

She had dropped her brush when he had asked this and he was curious as to why this question had bothered her so much. He'd seen how her brows had furrowed in silent anger, her hands curled into fists, and she turned away from him. He could tell that he wasn't going to get a reply on this one so he had just sat down with the same book he always held.

What do you do all day? I've only ever seen you sit over there in silence... and draw on the wall.

Her reaction to this was only a raised brow and a roll of the eyes.

Do you like magic and illusions?

To this one she had become slightly excited, she had opened her mouth as if she had wanted to ask something, but she dropped her raised hand and a frown crossed her lips. She had then killed off all her excitement and turned away from him completely.

Have you ever listened to the Midgardian music?

To this one she had given him an unsure look, but she didn't repeat her reaction from the day before. She had smiled, but it was a thoughtful one, as if she were actually pondering on saying something.

Your favorite food?

He had asked this one at meal time where he had a hearty plate of meat and veggies, while she had a bowl full of what looked like slop. She had given him an offended glance and pointed at her bowl and shook her head with a roll of the eyes. He took this response as 'Obviously not this crap.'

How old are you?

He had asked this while she was turned away from him and once she heard the question, she had slapped her hands to her hips and narrowed her eyes in a disapproving manner. He figured she thought his question was impolite... he believed there was a saying on earth that said it was impolite for a gentleman to ask the age of a woman, and he should wait for her to tell him. But he wasn't a gentleman now was he?

Do you like art?

This one was redundant and she had given him the most amusing stare that made him think she was calling him stupid.

Does the silence ever bother you?

He had woken her to ask this one, so when she rolled over and stared at him with her unamused glowing blue eyes, he had gone silent. It wasn't that he cared that he had woken her... it was just more so he was stunned into silence due to the way she bore a hole through him with her stare.

Why do you think I'm here?

This one she had raised a brow and cocked her head to the side for. He supposed she either already knew, didn't care, or didn't care to know. However, he had continued to catch her glance aimed at him for the rest of the day, which told him she probably knew and was probably judging him, either way... he didn't care.

If you knew why I was here would you judge me for it?

Or maybe he did... maybe when he had asked this he was just curious... but maybe he just genuinely wanted to know. She had responded to this with saddened blue eyes and a frown. As if she didn't quite know how to respond without making the situation worse.

Why are you so fond of your favorite color?

She had just stared at him when he had asked this one, but he could tell she was actually pondering a response... but yet again this response never came.

What would you do if you ever got out of here?

Her lips had trembled and her eyes had begun to water. This had made his chest hurt. Perhaps she had a family waiting for her... perhaps she had been trying to do something with her life... maybe she had even had a loved one that relied on her... he couldn't tell what exactly made him feel so bad for her because of this... but he knew his guilt was most likely caused because he knew that if he got out of this place he had many things to apologize for... mainly to his mother... but another face had flashed through his mind as well... Sigyn.

Do you get annoyed with my questions?

He had asked this to see if she would give him an irritated look, but she didn't... she just smiled.

Do you think I'd care of you did become irate with my constant questioning?

This one she rolled her eyes to... she knew he was bored.

How can you sleep over there? You have no bed.

This one he genuinely wanted to know, seeing as how he had been spoiled all his life and had always had the best of the best when it came to beds. He had never had a single complaint when it came to his sleeping habits because he was always comfortable no matter where he slept. After he asked her this, a frown crossed her lips and she looked away from him. She stared at his bed and he furrowed his brows as she did so. Maybe she wanted a bed? He didn't know, but he knew he was not going to get an answer out of her..

You look around like the light hurts your eyes, does it?

She had shaken her head in response to this question, and that was the end of it. she didn't look at him for the rest of the day so he figured he had offended her somehow but that didn't really seem to matter to him just yet.

Does my hair look ok to you?

She had laughed at this one, actually laughed. It had been such a lovely noise that it had felt forbidden to him. He had been staring at his reflection when he had asked her, but once she began laughing he felt like he was frozen in place. He had tried to wrap his mind around the concept of why her laugh had affected him in such a manner, but he supposed it was due to the fact that he had never heard such a genuine laugh directed at him because of something he had said. It felt... nice... to have someone enjoy something you say...

I'm dreadfully bored, are you?

She had nodded to this one, and he had tried to offer her a book but she had looked at him funny and he rolled his eyes. He didn't know why he had offered her the book, there was no way she would receive it from him either way.

Today... he was irritated. With what, he had no idea. He was just crabby today, and he had no reason to be. He sighed and rolled a ball into the wall, just for it to reverberate off the wall and bounce back at him. He continued to do this for hours, he just sat there, ever so bored and fed up with everything that this was the best he could do to amuse himself and it wasn't working. He groaned and flopped backwards onto the floor. He looked into her cell and he couldn't help the fact that his lip curled up in such distaste.

She was the reason for his anger today, or if she wasn't she was going to be on the receiving end of his irritation. She blinked in confusion when he had snarled at her, she didn't understand what she had done to upset him, and he didn't feel like explaining it. He was just so irritated with everything and everyone. She looked at him with such sympathetic eyes that it made him even angrier to even look in her direction. He turned away from her and grit his teeth.

"See... this is what I don't get about you... you sit over there every single day and you laugh, nod, or shake your head at my questions, not once have you given me an answer... why is this?" he sneered and turned to face her, she had a frown on her lips, but every other part of her was expressionless... he fisted his hands and released a deep irritated laugh. "Are you deaf? I swear I'm taking to a wall." He snapped, and she just stared at him... even after the lights had clicked off... she still just continued to stare at him.

:-:

He woke the next day much more rested, and a lot less angry. She still just continued to watch him, and he couldn't understand the allure of watching him do absolutely nothing all day. She was in the same place she had been sitting the night before when he had yelled at her, still sitting right in front of the wall separating their two cells. She didn't look like she had slept at all, she more so looked like she was upset. Not with him... it didn't appear she was upset with him or what he had done...

Perhaps it had been something she had seen during the night that had upset her so. Whatever it was... he couldn't figure it out. He sat on his sofa and sighed, he rubbed his eyes and leaned his head back. He sat there for what felt like two hours, just sitting there. There wasn't much else to do either way... so... he just did what made him comfortable at that moment. Soon enough he had drifted off without realizing it, he jumped up and looked around, she was still right there, except this time she was humming lightly.

"You hum... but you never reply to me... why is that?" he asked and her gentle hums stopped. She looked up at him and his brows furrowed, her hair was slowly becoming white and her eyes were no longer fixed. They looked just as they had before his mother fixed them. That was when he heard the first bangle roll across the floor. The second one rolled over and hit the wall in between the cells. He raised a brow as he watched her hair become pure white and fall to her waist. It was interesting, but now he knew she was not of Midgard. This made him all the more interested in her.

"You're different than I originally thought... interesting." He said and made his way over to his bed where he sat cross legged and tried to gather his thoughts.

:-:

The guards were talking about Thor again and he frowned. Love... Thor in love? What an odd thing. Perhaps the loyalty Sigyn held for him was her showing her love... Loki didn't know exactly what love was... but he was pretty sure that Sigyn fit the description of what love was... he glanced over to his neighbor and he furrowed his brows gently. Perhaps she would know what this... Love... felt like. He looked over to his stack of book and nodded, he figured his mother would have left him some fictional tale in the stack that would have some sort of romantic coupling in it...

She always had wanted him to be affectionate, and less crammed into a book...

He grasped the first book on the pile and set it aside, it was the book on sorcery. The next one made him chuckle. It was a book on what to do when you have all the time in the world. He figured that one was from Sif, she would send him a low blow like that to mock him for being in prison. He sighed and filtered through the pile. There were lots of books on Norse mythology, which he had to refrain from rolling his eyes at, seeing as one was labeled Loki the trickster. There was Thor, God of thunder, Sif and the Warriors three, Frigga, and one on Odin himself.

Loki couldn't help but set the eye roll free... this was some sort of joke. He furrowed his brow and walked over to the table where he had set the book he had been trying to read for the last 28 days, but to no avail. He lifted it up and raised a brow. He hadn't even read the cover or anything. It was a book on dark elves. This was quite possibly the reason he had been reading in circles, the words weren't even words. They were in the language of the dark elves.

He sighed, none of this was any help to him whatsoever. He looked back over to where Syndra was painting on her wall once more. He raised a brow and walked over to the wall between the two cells. She had seen him come over and she turned to face him, her hands on her hips in a casual manner, there was no doubt she had been waiting on this question of the day. She smiled at him softly and he sighed, great... now he didn't feel like asking her anything. She would possibly get the wrong idea.

"I have one last question for you." He said and she tilted her head in confusion. "Do you understand this... Love... the guards and my brother talk about? That Thor talks about...?" he asked and she blinked at him but then a slow smile crossed her lips. She said nothing else and he sighed and flopped onto his chair and glared at her from his cell. This dreadful woman was getting on his nerves.

:-:

He had gone an entire day without looking at her or even so much as turning towards her cell. She thought she was cute or something, listening to him speak this entire time and not even giving a legitimate response. It was the last day of his first month in this cell and he was irritated beyond belief. She was over there, humming happily once more and she had yet to say an actual word to him. He sighed and walked over to his bed and planted himself face first into the mattress.

He heard her amused giggle from across the room. "I see you're finally tired of asking questions." She said, her voice held a soft tone but it was an amused one all the same. "Only because you refused to utter a single word, despicable woman." He grumbled and she tilted her head to the side. "I'm despicable? You're the one asking women how old they are. I might as well ask you how old you are, no doubt you're much older than me." she laughed and he rolled his eyes.

"Well how about this... in apology for being so antisocial... despite my inability to speak until the spell wore off... I will answer each of your questions..." she said and he leaned up to look at her. "Spell? You were unable to speak?" he asked and she smiled at him softly. Her wording made her seem snarky, but her soft concerned tone told a completely different story. He gave her a dirty look but she still smiled at him. "How about I give you your first answer?" she asked and he continued to stare at her through narrowed eyes.

"Fine." He said and she sat down in front of her side of the wall. "Come, sit." She said and he sighed, but rolled off the bed and made his way over to the wall and sat down right in front of her. "I very much enjoy reading..." she said and he offered an interested look. "My reading style is about life, like... the different realms... I enjoy books about art, and I enjoy reading about sorcery." She said and he nodded. "so you're an intellectual type, huh?" he asked and she nodded.

"I enjoy learning." She said and he watched her carefully. "I enjoy trying new things and learning all about different races. Dark elves and Frost giants I know all about... but Asgardians, Midgardians... I know nothing about them or those of the other realms. I'm always searching for..." she began but her eyes became downcast and she frowned deeply. "I wasalways searching for new books on each of the realms but in the time that I have been here... I have had no such luck at getting any new books." She said and he frowned.

"That's understandable... seeing as you can't leave this place." He sighed and stood. "I'm going to bed now..." he said, just as the lamps lining the hallways flickered out to leave them in the darkness once more. "I'll be looking forward to your answer tomorrow, Syndra." He said and she smiled. "Of course... twenty eight answers for twenty eight questions..." she replied and he nodded before he slipped into his bed.

Ok so first ever marvel story! This is going to be absolutely so much fun for me! As I said, I own nothing, and I highly doubt I could every come up with anything as amazing as the marvel comics. So, I hope you enjoyed so far and I will have the second chapter up soon. Ok, so this story will extend through the plot of Thor 2(obviously), Captain America: The The Winter Soldier, and possibly age of ultron, which is currently undecided. But I honestly hope you enjoy this and will stick around for the new updates! (Picture for this chapter was made using mega anime creature on doll divine, my sister made it for me and I thought she was just lovely, so I used her visual of how I had described syndra. :D )

Much love~ Akeboshi!