Ch1
Natural healing is a slow and arduous process, and Loki quickly bores of it.
His hands have recovered most easily. Just with tossing trinkets, using a pen and gripping a dagger at night, he has gained back most of his former dexterity.
As for his legs—the cell is simply too small. He yearns to run—a sedentary life really does not suit him—but all he can do is pace. The limp still returns, on occasion, and Loki is beginning to worry he will never be rid of it.
Nearly two years since his imprisonment. And Loki is bored.
Were it not for the books—for Frigga's attempt to reach him, to save him—he would have lost his patience eight months ago. Loki, who never loses his patience.
It is yet another sign of how much he has changed. And how badly he is damaged.
Troubled, Loki rises. Sets the book aside, paces to stave off the boredom. For when Loki is bored, the darkness begins to creep in around the edges. Darkness he can no longer control. And was he ever its master in the first place?
Loki sighs, stops, leans back against the wall and closes his eyes.
Thanos.
He will come. And Loki will kill him.
Not in a wasteland, not on the Titan's terms, not in his own lair. But here. Where everyone will see. And everyone will know. One final revenge before Loki disappears from the land of the living. Forever, this time.
He wants them all—to know everything. And what a nice surprise it will be for the Allfather. For Thor.
Loki smiles—the smile is dark, toothy, and tinged with insanity. Perhaps Thor was right—he is insane. Considering everything, Loki is slightly surprised it took so long—took so much pain.
Loki opens his eyes, momentarily jarred by his surroundings, and snaps out of it. He will be free to go insane, crawl away and die—after he kills Thanos. Not before.
Not before.
A/N: Sooo I'm back. And I keep changing stuff on you. I'm sorry :\
