Loki watched as she put the finishing touches on her wall painting... it was the best rendering of the bifrost he had seen in a while, what made it even more amazing was that she had done it in a cell with restricted access to supplies. "Isn't it lovely?" she asked, her voice soft, as if she were still not used to speaking.

"How long has it been since you've uttered a single word?" he asked and she placed her paint supplies in the corner only to turn back to him and frown, the thoughtful gleam in his eyes told him that it had been quite some time since she had last spoken to anyone. "When I got here your mother put a spell on me so I couldn't speak, it wasn't for the safety of others... but for my own. She thought that if I could talk I may say something that could let someone in on my past and then I would be in danger." She explained and he nodded, not quite understanding, yet fully understanding all the same; as if that even made sense.

It did in his mind anyways...

She sat down in front of the transparent wall with a small smile as she tucked her pure white locks behind her ear. He sat down in front of her and crossed his legs. "So when did you see the Bifrost?" he asked and she rocked her head to the side and thought it over for a minute, but decided not to explain yet.

"I will tell you about that later." She said and he nodded. "That's fine." He said and her small smile widened a bit. "Alright, so I know you're waiting on more answers, right?" she asked and he tried to keep his interest a secret but the small interested gleam in his eye betrayed him, and he knew it once she pursed her lips in an amused manner.

"You do know that I will not be answering your questions in quite the same order as in which they were asked, correct?" she asked and he nodded, he could somewhat understand why she was not going to answer all of his questions in the same order... some questions he had asked were quite personal and she may not yet be ready to share that information with him just yet.

She sighed and rocked back in her sitting position. "Well... where should I start?" she sighed softly as she leaned towards the barrier once more. She pursed her lips and then decided on which reply she was going to give. "You asked if my family visits me here... that would be a no." she said and he nodded.

"That figures though... doesn't it?" he asked and she nodded. "My father passed away about a year ago, the whereabouts of my mother are unknown, supposedly she has passed away as well, seeing as she would find some way to message me if she had known where I was..." she sighed and he pursed his lips.

"I wouldn't dwell on it..." he said and she glanced at him. "Mine rarely drag themselves down here to grace me with their presence... so I think it's just the fact that we are in a prison that spoils everything for us." He said and she nodded slowly. "Possibly..." she sighed and looked to the wall where their food had just been slipped in.

"Bon appetite' I suppose." He sighed and she shook her head with a small amused smile, but didn't make any effort to eat what they had slid to her. He, however, stood and grabbed his plate that looked much more appetizing that the slop they were trying to feed her. She released one more gentle smile...

He was being looked after by his family... even if he didn't think so.

:-:

They woke the next morning to the rest of the prisoners yelling loudly at one another from their cells. Apparently the guards had brought in new prisoners this morning and they knew some of the prisoners from other cells. Evidently, the fact that they knew each other wasn't a good thing. The two groups of men had been yelling at each other for the past hour and a half, threatening to kill one another the moment they were released.

"Lovely breakfast conversation, isn't it?" Loki asked from his cell and she couldn't resist the smile that had broke across her lips. He was just as annoyed with this noise as she was. "Absolutely." She replied as the guards walked in with food trays. Usually they would only give her something that closely resembled oatmeal, but this time there was something different on the platter.

It looked like eggs and toast and she stared at her plate oddly for the longest time because she couldn't understand why they had suddenly decided to change what they fed her. She watched it for a moment, expecting it to turn into that nasty oatmeal once more but it didn't. She prodded it with her fork and furrowed her brows.

"Never had eggs before?" he asked and she shot him a look. "Not with steak... but I haven't had anything other than the dreadful oatmeal since I've been here. I believe I have an odd feeling about this. I don't believe they would suddenly change what they want me to eat without a reason. I think that they may have something planned for me." She said and he set his fork down. "Well... that is unfortunate..." he sighed, but watched as she slowly eat her breakfast.

He left the steak on his plate and eat the eggs and toast, just like she had. He walked over and sat across from her once more. "Ok, so.... Another answer?" she asked and he nodded. She offered a small smile. "Never thought you would ever be so interested in such a unworthy soul such as mine. I must say this is quite delightful." She said and he rolled his eyes. "You asked about my favorite color, I'm going to have to say that it is... Green." She said and he quirked a brow ever so slightly. "Not just any color green either... um... sort of like..." she began but he grasped his robes and held them up. "Like this color?" he asked and she nodded. "Yes, like that but also variations of it as well." She said and he nodded.

"I like green as well, it's been my favorite since I was a small child." He said and she smiled, listening intently as he spoke. They talked about all the things that were their favorite color, and how she could use different shades of green to paint so many different things, it still have it look like it was supposed to and still be gorgeous. They had continued to talk until he had yawned, his eyes drooping ever so slightly.

"You're tired?" she asked and he shook his head, but they looked around and noticed that the lights had clicked off most likely hours ago, and they haven't realized it. "I think we should get some sleep because the two groups that are constantly screaming at each other are most likely going to wake us up again." She said with a slightly amused tone, but her eyes showed her irritation, as did his.

"Good night, Loki." She said as she made her way to her corner and laid to where she could stare up at her image of the bifrrost.

:-:

As they had predicted, those men were going at it once more. Syndra sighed and looked over to their cells; she wished they would just be silent. If they had choked on their dinner the night before she would have cared very little. Their foul mouths and rude demeanors ruined her mornings, which she knew amused the guards, seeing as they had put them in the cell right beside hers and moved the other group of men to the cell across from theirs. She glanced over at Loki's cell and saw him propped up against the back of his chair once more. "Can't sleep any longer?" She asked and he shook his head. She nodded and looked up at her ceiling.

"You asked about my eyes." She said softly and he rolled his head to look at her.

"My eyes were not meant to see sunlight. I can see clearly, but only when I am not in direct sunlight. My irises have... broken." She said and he furrowed his brows. "It is part of who I am you see..." she said, then frowned as she shook her head. "What... I am..." she said and he watched her questioningly. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked and she frowned deeper.

"Nothing... it means absolutely nothing; because I'm nothing. I promise." She said and he chuckled. "If you are nothing, then I suppose that I as well, am nothing." He said and she looked at him with furrowed brows. "Why do you say that?" she asked and he rolled his eyes.

"Well, you see, I found out some information that makes me none too happy with the goings on around in Asgard." He said and she listened intently. "I'm a frost giant, dear... not a full blood, as you can tell... but I am one and only found out a year ago due to... certain circumstances." He said and she watched him carefully. She didn't want to say anything and offend him, seeing as she knew what he had done to the frost giants. She didn't very well wish to upset him by bringing it up either.

She just smiled and walked over to her art wall and sat cross legged in front of it and began staring up at it with a small content smile on her lips, although her mind was abuzz with questions she wanted to ask Loki, although she was definitely in no place to ask him anything.

:-:

When she had awoken the next morning there were boxes of pencils and expensive drawing book sitting on the floor by the barrier. Syndra furrowed her brows and made her way over to them. There were a variety of colored pencils in the small pile as well. She crawled over to the barrier and peered around to see if she could see who left them. There was no one down either way of the halls, so she frowned and carefully picked up the art supplies, seeing as though they weren't going to be leaving her cell either way.

She couldn't wait until Frigga came back to visit her, she was going to show her all the wonderful things she had painted on her wall. Frigga would enjoy seeing it, she thought. She glanced over towards Loki with a small glint in her eyes. "You said your favorite animal was a cat, right Loki?" she asked and he made a noise from agreement from across the room.

"I like cats, too... they're majestic and... they remind me of royalty in how they hold themselves. I also like wolves, for their pack mentality and loyalty to one another" She said and heard him make another noise from across his room. She furrowed her brows lightly, she was curious as to what was making him seem so uninterested today.

She crawled over to their conjoining wall and saw that he was face down in his couch, a book dangling from his grasp. A slow smile crossed her lips and she resisted the urge to giggle by pursing her lips and killing the smile before the giggles could escape. "Still tired?" she asked, her tone soft, but the hint of amusement was still there.

"But there's nothing new about that... now is there?" he asked and she laughed, but turned back to her art pad and began sketching. She figured she'd already answered his question for today, so she would leave him be.

:-:

Heavy footsteps announced the arrival of another person in the dungeon. Syndra could tell this person was not a guard, and the explanation as to why was simple. Without even opening her eyes, she could tell their posture was lax, their feet sounded heavy because of the way they ever so slightly drug their feet across the floor, and the way the aura of the dungeon had changed. The area felt lighter and less angry.

"Thor, how are you today?' she asked from her corner, her eyes still closed. "I am well, and how are you today?" he asked and a small smile crossed her lips. "I am well." She replied and he nodded with a small smile. She could feel Loki's eyes boring into her, questioning her, assessing her... She knew the fact she spoke with Thor so candidly confused him and angered him all the same.

Thor sat down in front of the barrier in the front and she watched him carefully. "Come, sit and speak with me." He said and motioned for the spot in front of the barrier on her side. Syndra stood and made her way over to the spot and sat before him. They spoke softly, which intrigued Loki, seeing as he couldn't hear them anymore. He moved so he could see their facial expressions, and was surprised to see tears falling over Syndra's cheeks.

She didn't seem like the type to cry over anything simple, so he figured that it must be important to her. It also seemed that her expression was one of utter sadness. Her sadness physically hurt him, because it wasn't just any sadness, it was the horrid angered and hurt type of sadness that had caused him to yell at Odin.

"WHY!?" She asked, her voice a cross between a sob and a snarl. The sound of her voice struck with him as well, and something told him that she was suffering in the same manner in which he had been. His attentions were turned back to them once Thor had begun to speak once more. Thor had only spoken to him in this manner when he was trying to destroy Jotunheim. A sneer crossed Loki's lips, it appeared that Thor was treating her like he had treated him. She may very well fall into his sugarcoated words and soft promises, but in the end Thor could do nothing for her.

It was a few minutes before Thor finally left and she had turned to face the back wall of her cell. Her eyes darted over to meet his, as if she knew he had been watching her. "He can't help you." Loki said and she narrowed her eyes at you. "How do you know?" she asked, a slight biting tone in her voice. Loki watched her for a moment before he offered a desperate smile.

"Because he tried to help me and look where I am. And to think I only wished to make father proud." Loki sighed and she looked down at her hands. He could smell her fresh tears and he stood to walk over to the small barrier separating them. "Don't worry dear, I promise you'll get out of here before you know it." He said as he looked down on her. She was such a delicate woman, fragile emotions, failing sight, and a kind heart... he could see her kind heart.

He could resonate with her rage... with her sadness... and with her hope.

"You don't have to answer my question about your companionship with Thor... because I know he promised to save you." Loki said and she looked up at him with sad eyes. "I'm going to be completely honest with you here... after getting to know who you are as a person... and seeing those emotions you lock away... you remind me of someone I know... and Thor would do anything to save that person." Loki began, watching as Thor stood by the entrance of the dungeon, commanding the guards. Syndra didn't know the person that he was saying Thor would give anything to save was in fact Loki himself.

"And... I think that if anyone reminded us of said person that much... I think anyone would give everything they had to save that person. Because it is a very slippery slope from wanting to be noticed to doing terrible things to get that attention." Loki said and turned to make his way over to his couch to sit and ponder what exactly he had meant by that.

:-:

It was late in the afternoon the next day and she hadn't even looked his direction. He sighed and glanced over to see her sitting there against her wall. She was sketching something and he could hear the slow, rhythmic swipes of the pencil against the paper. He felt slightly upset thinking he had upset her. "If you don't stop moving I'm going to get irritated." She said out of nowhere and he froze in place.

"Hm?" she shot him another look and held up a single finger. "Don't move at all." She whispered and she continued to scribble on her pad of paper. He was thoroughly confused now. "You almost made me mess up the proportions..." she said as a smile broke out across her lips. He blinked and made his way over to the barrier so he could see what she was drawing.

"You asked what I did all day... So you have no say in what I've done, ok?" she asked and he furrowed his brow in confusion. "Ok..." he said and she turned the art pad to him. It looked like a shorter haired, younger version of him. "Very nice..." he said after a moment of hesitation. "How did you know how to draw me like that?" he asked and she smiled at him. "Your mother used to come talk to me about her young son Loki... I didn't really understand why she was so upset about what had happened to you until you arrived here. Now I understand why she loves you so." She said and He blinked at her, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"She may not be your birth mother, but you are both alike. And I like that... I see her in you." Syndra said and he watched her for a minute, before he chuckled and made his way over to his couch and sat down. "You're strange for a blind woman." He said and she laughed softly.

"Only in the sunlight... any other time and I see everything clearly."

:-:

She sat by her painting and continued to draw. He found it interesting that she could just continuously get the inspiration to draw day after day. He couldn't get the motivation to roll off his bed, much less move over to his couch to read his books. He somewhat admired her resilience and motivation when it came to things like this.

It seemed to him she could hear terrible news one day and then the next be absolutely perfectly fine with everything as if the troubling thing never was strange, but he found that trait admirable. As the humans have said before they treat things like this as if it were 'water off the duck's back.'

Movement in the corner of his eye made him turn towards his mother's image. "Mother." He greeted and she smiled at him. He knew she was just an illusion but this was one of the many things his mother had taught him, how to create illusory clones. "How are you feeling mother?" he asked and she smiled.

"I am well. I heard you're making friends." She said and he shrugged. "Oh, dear, don't be so shy." She laughed lightly and he rolled his eyes. "I never said I was making friends, mother." He scoffed and Frigga quirked a brow at him. "You know just as well as anyone else that Heimdall sees everything." She said and he grit his teeth.

"So what. I can talk to people if I wish." He snapped and she smiled softly. "Of course dear... I was just making sure you were ok is all..." she said, her tone slightly hurt at the attitude she was getting from him. He saw the hurt glimmer in her eyes and he sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Forgive me, mother..." he sighed and she offered him the slightest bit of a smile.

"It's ok, dear, just know I'm here for you." She said as her illusion brushed his stray hair back behind his ear. Her image vanished and he looked over to see Syndra staring in a slight state of awe. "You... You asked me if I liked magic..." she began and he blinked at her before he nodded.

"I love magic." She said and he motioned for her to sit in front of the barrier. She was confused at first, but then his genuine smile made her come to sit. His aura reminded her of his mother's just then, and she know knew why she thought they were so alike. He enjoyed teaching his tricks to others with the ability to use them, just as his mother had taught him. A small smile crossed Syndra's lips. It brought him joy to show off what he could do, and this was proved by the next words he spoke to her.

"Then why don't I teach you what my mother taught me."

:-:

Days flew past and she continued to answer his questions, day by day. He had become increasingly interested with each one she answered and it had begun to make her feel like he may actually want to be her friend. She enjoyed his explanations of why he had asked certain questions and he was enjoying her responses as well.

...

"You asked about my favorite Midgardian music..."

"I enjoy all sorts of their music, so it's hard to decide. I had never heard music before someone brought me some of theirs to listen to... it was amazing..."

....

"My favorite food..." she began with a sigh

" I really enjoy chicken and beef... I have no particular meal I enjoy, because I love to eat... when it doesn't look and taste like the slop they serve me here."

.....

"My... age..."

"I refuse to answer this one because obviously your mother never taught you it Was rude to ask a woman her age." She said and he had laughed at her.

"Oh, mother had taught me that when I was young, but that particular question was to try and get a response out of you." He said and she rolled her eyes slightly, a smile on her lips.

....

"If I liked art..."

She couldn't keep her smile a secret when she had answered this one. She pointed at the wall with the intricate painting of the Bifrost, and then she grabbed her book that had since been filled with drawings. "I must saw, you make a lovely art subject." She said and placed the book down in front of her so he could see as well.

"You drew me?" he asked, he seemed utterly surprised and she laughed at this. "Of course. I had no other inspiration you see... except you because you were always doing something different every day, even though it was always the same thing."

.....

"You asked If the silence bothers me..."

She sighed and shook her head. "Sometimes I enjoy the silence much more than talking, which is why whenever I thought you needed space, I didn't say a word. I always answered your questions... but I did so and then left you alone."

....

"You asked why I thought you were here..."

"I knew why you were here, I always knew. The guards always spoke of Loki, destroyer of Jotunheim and attempted destroyer of Midgard." She said softly and he watched her with wide eyes. He looked like he was at a complete loss for words. The rage flew through his eyes and he instantly stood and stormed off to the other side of the room.

....

"You asked if I would judge..."

This had caught his attention, seeing as she hadn't said anything to him all day. He thought he had run her off with his previous bit of anger. "I would never judge someone for wanting someone to look up to them... I would never judge anyone for trying to show their parents that they are worthy, or are responsible enough to do something..." she said and he frowned, his eyes were soft and she knew she had hit a nerve there.

"I only wanted father to treat me like he treated Thor...I only ever wanted him to be proud of me."

.....

"Why I like my favorite color."

"I enjoy green because green is the color of life. It is the color of a thriving enviorment. It is beauty... it is everything that Jot-" she began but caught herself... he watched her with curious eyes because he had heard the catch in her voice, as subtle as it had been.

"It represents everything my home was not."

.....

"You asked what I would do if I ever got out of here"

"I want to start a family somewhere that I do not have to fear for the live of my children. I want to be somewhere that I will not be hated for what I am, but treated as an equal. I... I just want to be happy."

....

"You Asked if I was bothered your questions...."

"I'm rarely bothered by anything, so I enjoyed hearing someone speak to me rather than hearing the others yelling about how they weren't supposed to be in here.

....

"You asked if I thought you cared if I did get annoyed."

That wasn't really a question, that was just you trying to be sassy, and either way... it never bothered me. I'm not used to anyone talking to me like you talk to me. It is refreshing."

.....

"How do I sleep..."

"I've never had a bed, so... I'm used to it..." she had said and he almost regretted asking the question because he had always been spoiled. He felt for her... in a way he realized he had always had it better than her and while he complained about the luxuries he had, had.... She never once complained about anything.

.....

"You asked if hair looked ok."

"Typical... but yes. Your hair is always fine, if you haven't seen mine lately you shouldn't worry about yours."

....

"You asked if I was bored."

"Of course.. I was always bored before you came..."

.....

"You asked if I were deaf."

"Obviously not."

:-:

Loki sat at the barrier and waited for her to come over to it. This had become a daily thing for them now. He felt a sense of comfort that her presence gave him that nothing else ever had. She trotted over to the barrier and sat down softly, a smile on her lips.

"Today's question is... why did I come to Asgard." She said and he nodded. "This is going to have to be explained a bit better than just why I came here... but I'm not sure how to explain this without upsetting you..." she said and he was confused as to why she would upset him by talking about it. He rolled his eyes and motioned for her to continue. "I promise you won't anger me or upset me. The only one who can do that at this moment is Thor." He chuckled and she frowned but nodded. "Alright..." her voice was hesitant and within reason too.

"I didn't quite have any choice but to come here..." she said and he furrowed his brows. "If I hadn't come here, I would have died." She said and he frowned. "I came here seeking refuge, and I snuck in." she explained and he furrowed his brows, not understanding how she "snuck" into Asgard.

"How did you manage that?" he asked and she frowned.

"You let me in. You showed me the way, even though I didn't know it was you..." she said and his eyes swam with confusion. He didn't understand it what so ever. "Syndra... what are you saying?" he asked and she frowned. "I'm saying that I was going to die and you unknowingly saved me, although sometimes I think that Odin saved me in the end..." she said and he ran a hand through his hair. She was being vague, but descriptive all the same and for one of his intellect, he wasn't getting it and it angered him.

He tugged at his hair for a second then looked at her and took a deep breath. "Alright... you are really confusing me right now... so I think I will try to figure this out one step at a time." He said and she nodded. "You're saying I showed you the way in, but the only ones I ever led here were the frost giants and then I destroyed Jotunheim." He said and she watched him for a second. His jaw slackened as it clicked in his mind.

"Oh..." he said, "I see..." he whispered as he sat back down, but not even remotely as graceful as he had been. "I did lead you here."

:-:

It had been three days and yet Loki had yet to come away from his couch. She supposed he had felt truly guilty about what she had told him, but he hadn't given her time to explain any of it either. She watched as he stared at the same exact page, his eyes not moving; but he held such a steady gaze on the page one would think he was desperately trying to keep concentrated on the book.

She frowned and decided that she was going to talk to him even if he didn't answer. She told him it might upset him and yet he wanted her to continue to explain it. She couldn't be angry at herself, but she also couldn't b e upset with him either because he was curious. She knew he wasn't going to say sorry for asking, but he didn't need to.

"You asked why I am in here..." she said and heard him move the slightest bit. "That's because I handed myself over to Odin. He promised he wouldn't kill me if I went willingly." She said and he made no noise whatsoever. "I feared for my life, so the safest place for me at the time would be here, in a prison." She said and she heard him sigh. "And why, pray tell, would a prison be the safest place for you?" he asked and the urge to crack a smile was overwhelming.

"Because if my grandfather finds me he would exploit me." She said and he rolled to face her from his couch, not rising to look at her; but he was still showing his interest. "You also asked why I never answered you." She said and he sighed once more. He thought she was going to explain why her grandfather would end up exploiting her.

"Your mother gave me those bangles so my appearance and voice would change. If anyone who knows my grandfather were to tell him I was here, there could be a lot of trouble. I know the location to a secret artifact that was supposed to be destroyed long ago." She said and he nodded. "The glowing blue objects of doom again, I suppose?" he asked and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her, seeing as she had heard about the glowing blue objects of doom. Loki's scepter, the tesseract, the frost giant's coffin... there were many.

"Um... no actually this one is red." She said and he quirked a brow. "Oh, how interesting! A new color for an object of doom! How thrilling." He said and she could tell he was being sarcastic, but she could also tell he didn't mean to come off as rude either way. "Of course. We can't just have everything blue." She laughed and shook her head at him.

"Alright, because you threw me off schedule, I have had to answer three of your questions in a single day. So... here's the last one. You asked me if I understood love. Like the love Thor has for the Midgardian woman, jane." She said and he made his way over to the barrier and sat down.

"I do understand that... love." She said and he listened intently. The glint in his eyes was like a young child at story time. "When you love someone, you love everything about them, not just their looks. You see, someone can be beautiful and have the heart of a cruel demon from the pits of hell. You have to learn to love everything they have for you." She explained and he continued to listen in silence. "When you truly love someone, the sound of their heartbeat calms all your worries. The sound of their laugh makes you smile, the things that make them excited and happy make you happy and excited as well, even if you don't like the thing they enjoy. It is just the fact that it makes you happy that makes you happy." She explained and he blinked.

He knew deep down he should feel some of this already, and he knew that everything she was describing was basically what he should be feeling. And she described loyalty... one person came to mind when it came to being downright loyal from the ends of the universe and back... it was Sigyn... he knew he should feel so many of these things towards her...

But all he felt was guilt. Not because he had ever cheated on her, because he hadn't... he had never done anything wrong to the woman... but he had never done anything right for her either... and yet she still followed him to hell and back just to try and prove to him that she was loyal to him.

He supposed that was why he felt guilty.