AN: Hey, guys. Um, so this is just about what I think went down after the Avengers got Loki, but he and Thor have not yet returned to Asgard. I do not in any way claim Marvel's characters, blah blah blah (but I wouldn't mind some of the profits!). All rights to Marvel, all power to they Hypno-toad, shwarma, etc. Read and review, por favor (that's Spanish for all of you who don't know)... Anyways, story time!
They couldn't do this to him, not him. Others, perhaps, were worthy of this foul treatment, but not him. He glared at the agents that gawked as he was led to his cell, flanked on all sides by S.H.I.E.L.D's second toughest group of fighters. He smirked to himself, as he remembered that they had not taken his magic, not yet. He could escape now if he really wanted to, but he'd rather play a game with the Avengers. He was walked roughly by the guards that surrounded him to the large room with windows for the observation of their prisoner in his circular cell. Loki sneered inwardly as he thought to himself, "So, these are to be my quarters for the duration of my stay. I must remember to thank Nick Fury for allowing me my own room." He held his head up proudly, not forgetting his false upbringing as a prince in Asgard. He was still bitter even after the long time it had been since he thought himself a son of the Allfather. No, Thor was the only one who could truly claim the name of Odinson. Loki was just the frost giant infant the mighty Odin had taken pity upon, raised with lies and trickery, no wonder that's all he became. A liar and a trickster.
Loki was startled out of his bitter thoughts but a rough push into the circular pen. He felt the bonds on his hands loosen and be pulled away quickly, leaving red marks and a sharp, stinging pain behind to linger on his wrists. He growled, long and low at the agents who had brought him here and very near assaulted him. They stepped back in slight fear, another quickly shutting and locking the near invisible door to the cell. They were given a last snarl, complete with bared teeth, as they scrambled over one another and looked back as they left. The mischief maker stalked over to the bench in the corner, nearly smashing into the wall of glass in his way. He stopped short, and saw a small handle. Curious, he opened it to see his own lavatory. "Ah, Fury, you have thought of everything, no?" Loki smiled smugly as he looked over his shoulder at a small camera following his every movement from outside the cell. "Thank you, oh so kindly, for allowing me this small comfort." He drawled, a lock of his coal black hair swinging in front of his left eye. He shook his head, still with the smug grin on his face, as if to say, "You cannot keep me imprisoned forever." He sidestepped the small room with the one-way glass and then sat on the bench, one leg up on it, bent at the knee, and the other stretched out in front of him. He smiled lazily and his eyes followed the agents walking past in varying outfits and states of agitation. He managed to lie down on the bench, just barely fitting his long body on it. He smirked and fell into a light sleep, smirking the whole time.
"Loki, get up. It's chow time." The voice echoed in his head, making him groggily sit up, glaring at the supposed hero who was on Loki-watch today. "C'mon, I got places to be, people to see, large companies to schmooze." Tony Stark was fiddling with the control panel, only glancing up to see if the prisoner was awake. He nodded a little when he saw Loki was up and said only one word, "Catch"
Loki was confused for a moment, but looked up and caught the capsule of food before it hit the floor of his holding place. He shot Tony a puzzled look, to which he got an exasperated sigh and a command to, "open it up and eat already." Loki did as he was told, and found a meal of Midgardian food which consisted of something the package called, "Pop-Tarts", a small jug of "orange juice" and a small slice of warmed bread. Loki sniffed at the "Pop-Tarts" carefully, then took a small nibble and found it contained no poison and no drugs. He ate the rest greedily, consumed the second one and drank down the "orange juice" just as quickly and then slowed his eating of the bread just to irritate Tony.
"You know, Anthony, you and I are not all that different," Loki said, trying to strike up a conversation, keeping his eyes on his bread as he turned it over in his long, pale fingers. "We both have what we really want. Power. Mine comes in the form of my magic, and yours in your money and that ridiculous suit."
Tony stiffened at the god's words. "You and I are nothing alike. And, if memory serves, that 'ridiculous suit' whooped some Chitauri ass and launched a nuke back into a portal thus killing all of those stupid aliens." He spun on his heel and stomped to the cell. "And another thing, if it weren't for the suit, you would still be free, and I'd be dead. So, just remember that it was the suit that brought you here to you prison and it's the suit that'll keep you in it." Tony spat, taking a cheap shot at Loki just for the hell of it.
Loki did nothing but smirk the entire time, and when he stood up and strolled over to face Tony, he said nothing. Just gave him a pointed look and turned, his deep green cape billowing behind him as he walked around the cell. "You know," Loki mused. "In Asgard, cursing is considered one of the most vulgar things one can say. Especially in the presence of a woman. Wouldn't you say, Agent Romanoff?" He turned, grinning at the redheaded woman leaning against a door frame looking entirely bored with the whole ordeal.