Let me free, let me free, Castor repeated. For some now, we had been hanging out in Loki's fishbowl. Castor had been searching through the thoughts of the nearby agents. So far, not much had been decided except someone was to speak with me soon. Then the helicarrier would be returned to the nearest, suitable base. The Avengers would return to their various places, soon being able to join in the Avengers Tower. I, on the other hand, would remain within cell confinement probably for the rest of my life.

I rolled my eyes, giving in to Castor's pleas, muttered the spell under my breath and she formed. Castor wore the same clothes as before, she performed a few stretches and sat down next to me.

"I'm bored," she said. She crossed her legs like a schoolgirl and rocked back and forth.

"Aren't we all?" I replied quite forlornly. I sighed, a collapse of the chest. I really didn't have the energy to be dealing with Castor at the moment but having her outside was better that in because I wouldn't have to be the only one to deal with her blabbering.

"We should pretend to do some spells, freak 'em all out," Castor said, giving me a wink. I knew what she had in mind if I gave in; a very long list of illusions.

"Last time that you wanted to play a prank, I got turned into a frostie," My voice was cold but it had a slight grumble to it.

Castor rolled her eyes, "You, my friend, are no fun at all,"

"Yet I'm the one that keeps us alive," I retorted.

"Being alive is overrated," Castor dragged out. I rolled my eyes.

"A frostie?" Bruce asked, standing close to the cell.

"It's what I am," I snapped back, I didn't have the patient to be dealing with Bruce. Ten was 'I'm an angel', one was 'I have just killed you' I was bordering on a three.

Bruce distantly whispered the words Frost Jotun. Maybe he had done his homework after all.

"Who's that?" Bruce gestured to Castor, who rolled her eyes and swayed her hip seductively.

"A friend," I replied, purely for the enjoyment of annoyance.

My lord, Castor fake gasped, you're becoming more like Loki every second!

I am no- I started, ready to defend myself, then realised I would be lying. Just, drop it.

"No seriously Becky, who is she?" Bruce's voice had dropped to a serious, deadly tone.

Bruce was beginning to annoy me. Patience level is a solid three, keep it together Becky.

"Castor if you really, must, know," I snapped. Nevermind, it's one.

"And Castor has a voice for herself, so maybe next time you should ask her," Castor added. "Instead of just pissing Becky off, cause now that's fantastic and I'm going to die." Bruce's eye line held on me even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel it.

Bruce studied her, she raised an eyebrow at him. "You should return to your lab, mortal, go and play with your chemicals. Work on a sedative for Becky," she made a repetitive shooing gesture.

After Bruce got over his shock, he directed the next question at me.

"How did you do that? Peacefully release her?" Bruce asked me, for a moment I wanted to tell him. Bruce fought with the same condition as I every day. We had struggled through them for almost a year, he was my partner in this.

"Loki," I spat. "Any more questions unlicensed interrogator?"

Bruce took a moment before he replied, his voice small and rather timid. "Are you okay?"

"Depends what your definition of okay is,"

"You know what I mean,"

"Then no, I'm not,"

"Bec-"

"Leave," I said deadly-low. "Before I kill you."

My words were cold, but I said them with a hundred percent accuracy.

...

Some hours later, while Castor mucked around with illusions, I flipped through the spell book.

Spells of all different types were upon these pages. Spells to amplify illusions, spells to bind or protect people. Curses enchantments and manipulations. Yet my eyes came to rest one particular spell, the silvery words upon the page calling to me. Spell to cause widespread forgetfulness.

Castor was stroking a pet dragon with golden scales, it turned into a phoenix and promptly disappeared into a burst of fiery flames.

My head jerked up, sensing a presence other than Castor and I. It was a chill down the spine, kind of feeling.

In the viewing room window, a green flash caught my eye and in what felt like the first time in a long time, I smiled.