Loki sat in the corner of his stark white cell reading a book he had read for the one hundred and second time when he heard footsteps. He hadn't heard footsteps so loud and purposeful in a long while. Since he was stripped of his powers and sentenced to imprisonment he had only heard tiny timid shoes shuffle across the outside of his cell. Handmaids and servants brought him food or clean clothes or hot water but never stayed long enough for him to speak a word let alone request new books. Loki supposed Odin told the servants not to speak to him; he might talk them into letting him out or steal a handmaid's virtue. It wasn't long that Loki gave up on asking any questions or even speaking to the servants. They didn't look at him and he didn't look at them. So it was footsteps he expected, not faces.
The loud footsteps turned into stomps the closer they got to Loki's cage. "Are you at least going to acknowledge I am here, brother," Thor thundered. Loki's head snapped at the booming voice surprised as he never imagined his own brother would come visit him. His mother visited him when she could sneak away from Odin. He of course forbade anyone to see Loki.
Loki hadn't used his voice in so long he wasn't sure how to react. Why the hell was Thor, of all people coming to see him?
"So it took only three years in a cell, and no one's mind to play with to shut you up," Thor muttered, "should have tried this decades ago." Thor couldn't help but smiling at his brother. He loved Loki no matter what he did. Thor walked up to Loki's cell and rested his hand on the glass. "Brother. I..," he half chuckled, "it is good to see you." Thor almost forgot why he was there.
Loki closed the book and sat it down next to him but remained still. He opened his mouth to speak but he nearly croaked like a frog; before he gave his brother something else to use to make fun of him he cleared his throat. "Did you get lost?" He kept a calm air about his face. Whatever Thor was here to do, Loki really didn't give a shit.
Thor lowered his eyes in half defeat, he thought Loki would at least share a smile. Then again why would he. The last time they saw each other Thor was taddle tailing on him for his actions on Midgard. "Brother the reason I came is not just to share abusive sibling banter, I came because Odin is giving you a chance at regaining your freedom."
Loki twisted his face away and stood to walk to the other side of his little white room. He did not like the word brother. He hated it mainly because he is afraid that deep down it awoke a weakness in him that made him want to call Thor brother as well.
"Did you hear me? Does your freedom not interest you in the least?"
"Oh yes," he turned to face Thor. "How high does he want me to jump, should I color my hair yellow, wear a red cape, swoop in and save a kitten from the tallest tree in Asgard?" Odin always wanted two Thor's. What he got was a grumpy, blue beast who was always in some kind of trouble. Not that he was actually blue very often he didn't exactly cherish his originality.
"Odin wants you to use your powers..."
"For good, yes I know," he sighed.
"I thought you were being quiet, if you'll just shut up for one moment I can tell you what Odin needs us to do!" Thor paced the length of the glass wall separating him from his little brother. "Quite frankly it can't be done with out you." Loki crossed his arms and stood in front of Thor. He cocked his neck, raised an eyebrow and gave a disbelieving smirk on one side of his mouth. A curl of black hair fell in front of his face and gave a huff to blow it out of the way.