I honestly did not know what to do with myself in confinement. I paced around my cell continuously with my eyes constantly tracing the ground. I should have been out there, fighting wars and not locked in that cell for no reason. What the hell was Odin thinking? I was his best warrior, why was I in some godsdamned prison cells? I snap my fingers subconsciously, continuing to pace like I had been doing for hours beforehand, needing to stay active. If I had to sit down for one more second-

"Could you stop that?" Loki says. "It's distracting." He adds, placing his book on his lap. "Your face is distracting." I shot back, something Tony taught me. "I beg your pardon?" He says, I saw humor in his eyes and I smirk. I turn around, closing my eyes and pacing the cell once again. Confused, and somewhat humored, Loki ignored me.

Humming the song that was in my dream the night before, I studied Loki's cell. His being much nicer than mine, it was laid out like a miniature apartment. He had a desk, a comfortable bed, a bookshelf, a table, and a rug for Valhalla's sake. Wasn't he a criminal to Asgard? I almost laughed, realizing that Frigga was trying to make him comfortable. He really was a mommy's boy, as Tony had called him before when Thor had mentioned he was favored in Frigga's eyes.

I snorted at the though but cover my mouth and turn away, but not quickly enough for Loki to not notice. "What is it?" He sighed in annoyance, my smile disappeared from his lips at the aggravation he exhibited on his face. And damn myself for allowing myself to get hurt by it. "Nothing." I said, forcing my smile to pull my lips once again. I lean my head against the wall, staring at Loki. He was obviously trying to pretend he didn't notice, but his eyes kept flicking up to mine. "May I ask you something?" I ask, folding my hands together. He closes his eyes for a moment, sighing and opening them again. "If I do, will you please stop staring at me like a mindless animal?" He asks. I knit my eyebrows together. "First of all, rude. And second of all, yes." I reply, I will take anything at this point.

"Ask away." He answers, making me smile in victory. "Alright. Can you please tell me what happened when you fell through the black hole, I was in Midgard but you, you weren't. You came back months later, and its clear something happened." I asked insistently, giving him a sheepish smile. He shot me a sideways glance, giving me his answer with the look in his eyes. I frowned. "Loki, please."  I pleaded, I wanted so badly to help him and it killed me that I didn't know how. I could see something big had to have happened for such a drastic change, he sensed the desperation in my tone, but it did nothing. He paused, looking into my eyes as a sense of darkness loomed over them.

I could tell he didn't want to answer that. "It was nowhere of importance." He says, dismissing me and flipping a page of his book. I sigh in defeat, staring at the auburn forcefield between them. It was weaker than the one that kept us inside, merely a division between the two cells since the structural engineer most likely didn't care one way or another if we'd broken through it. Apart in our cells we were only about ten feet apart, but despite the minimal distance for 'criminals', I still felt a thousand yards away from him.

I looked at him for a moment, fixing my eyes on his rigid figure, before finally muttering, "Fine," Under my breath and curtly, fighting to keep a mask of indifference in my voice.

There was more than just a thin shield between us, instead, it was a thickening sheet of glass that pushed us farther and farther apart while I watched him drift away. I tried to press my fingers to that glass, to make it give way under my weight so maybe I might finally get closer to him, but it wouldn't work.

I wondered if I would ever break that glass.

I quickly push the though far away from my mind, I would never give up on Loki, even if I have to drag myself down with him, I will bring him back to me.

With that final thought, I turn swiftly with a new sense of confidence to the small excuse for a bed I have in the cell and sit down on it. When I do so, I feel something in my back pocket of the Midgardian clothes I was still wearing from only a few days before, I have not been given the option to change yet, and pull it out. I didn't remember putting the IPod there when I had put it on that morning to leave Midgard, but I grin and almost squealed at the sight of it, along with the folded piece of parchment with it.

I realized I had squealed with Loki's gruff of annoyance, I shot him a glare, which he ignored, and unfolded the note.

I can't believe I hadn't noticed this before.

Lyra,

I know you'll be awfully busy being a goddess and all, but I thought you could use a reminder of us when you're gone. Also, since you're an Avenger, you'll need your own 'stage' name, or, fake name. (I know, sounds super weird) but anyway, Thor told about your abilities.
So.... Welcome to the team, Mercy!

Don't ask where the name came from, because I don't know. It was Clint's idea, I'm pretty sure it has something to do with your glow hands.

I know you'll probably fighting intergalactic wars and all, so try not to forget us too soon, okay?
                                        Later Gator,
                       Steve

(P.S. Make sure to visit, or I'll bring all of SHIELD to your front door)

I snorted in laughter at the cute, dorky letter, "After a while, crocodile." I muttered, completely humored, Steve is such a sweetheart. He's really the best friend I could ask for, and super cliche at that. Too bad he's in a different realm, because his light-hearted mood would cheer me up right about now. I smiled widely and plug the earbuds in my ears, the first song that came on was another one Natasha had shown me.

"Hail! What's the matter with your head, oh yeah. Hail, what's the matter with mind, and your sign, an-a. oh-oh-oh"

I hum along with all the songs that come onto the machine, some of them I didn't recognize but still try to match the melody anyway, ignoring how badly I was failing. I ended up laying flat on my back on the ground, holding the machine to my chest and closing my eyes, my knees bent and my legs crossed, I sat there tapping my foot on the ground.

Eventually, the song that I grew to love played into my ears. "Brandy, you're a fine girl!"I couldn't help but sing along quietly, a joyful smile sprawling across my lips.

Third POV

Loki didn't mind her humming at first, he thought it to be quite comforting actually. She wasn't trying to sound professional or graceful, she just hummed dumbly and laughed at herself from time to time, and seeing her bright smile and happiness behind her closed eyes made him happy. He enjoyed seeing her so delighted to find her little Midgardian toy. Even when she mumbled and failed at singing whatever song was in her ears, he still hid his smile behind his book and tried not to laugh at her demeanor. Loki didn't even notice that when she started singing, it was the song he heard that haunted his dreams the night before. He was entranced by her magical singing, no longer reading the words on the pages but watching Lyra's lips as they formed words that carried in the air, so quietly he could hardly hear her through the soft humming of the force field.

But then he remembered. In his dream, Lyra and Loki were dancing, sharing a magical moment in a solitary room with a foreign song playing. But then Thanos and his daughters were there, accusing Lyra of things and, he had to stop himself from thinking any more of it before he drove himself insane with the mere image of The Mad Titan.

The thought of Thanos was enough to send sweat down his spine, and he hadn't even noticed he had clenched his eyes close as he fought to keep his breathing even. He opened them, Lyra had stopped singing.

She was standing, looking through the barrier between them. "Loki?" She asked, her facial expression a mixture of confusion and worry. "Are you allright?" She questioned. He also hadn't notice he had accidentally dropped his book on the ground, which her eyes flitted to briefly."Just peachy." He said jokingly, using the words she had used a few days ago when he had inquired after her own health, he picked the book up from the ground, but paused when he saw Lyra's lip turn into an unsavory frown. The machine she had pulled out a moment ago was now strung loosely in her pocket, and a white wire hung halfway out of it.

"For the God of Lies, you don't lie very well around me." She whispered silently, her head was hung, her expression twisted in worry. He looked at her for a moment, taking in her sunken demeanor. He hated being cold with her, wanted so badly to hold her and stroke her soft, silky hair, tell her everything will end all right. She was here because of him, and if he acted close to her, not only will he find her, he doubted Odin would allow her freedom anytime soon if he indicate that they were romantically involved. So he swallowed his feeling and looked back at the book in his lap, pretending it didn't kill him to see her drag her feet in defeat and plop down onto her cot.