For those of you who have seen Thor: the Dark World, you know how Loki changes into a guard on multiple occasions? Well, it has become my headcanon that he sort of became friends with the guard that he consistently changes into. I dunno, what do you think?
Day one... Loki thought miserably past the pain in his freshly sewn lips. The ache came back with a stab and Loki winced, tearing his thoughts back to the length of leather cord that tightly bound his lips shut. He longed to get it out, but he had no means to do so. He looked around his bare, pure white cell to confirm this. This will be a fun stay, he thought painfully as he sauntered to a side of the cell to sit with his legs drawn up and his head resting in his hands. He sat there for an amount of time that even he wasn't sure of, the ache in his lips pounding, driving him to madness already.
Finally, something broke the monotony. "Hey. Meal time," a man's tenor voice spoke. Loki looked up, glaring, to see a brown-haired Einherjar guard with a straggly goatee sliding a bowl of gruel and a meager portion of water into his cell through a narrow slot at the bottom where the magic allowed it. The guard raised an eyebrow at the glare that Loki was bestowing upon him, but he soon noticed the cord tying his lips shut. With a smirk that he soon tried to hide, the guard said in a light voice, "Enjoy your meal."
With that, he turned and walked off to deliver meals to the other prisoners in his watch, Loki glaring at his turned back the whole way. He turned his attention to the bowl sitting on the floor across the cell. Rolling his eyes, he chose to ignore it; there was no way to eat it anyway. It was at that point that he realized that as well as causing him constant, acute pain, the stitches over his mouth were meant to keep him from eating, as well as speaking. Fine, Loki thought, They could do worse...
He was soon visited by someone else, this time in the form of two guards. Neither of them were the same as the one who had brought the food. "Stand up and don't move," one of them said as the other deactivated the magic barrier. How am I supposed to stand up if I'm also not supposed to move? Loki thought in his usual smartass way, but rose to stand in place anyway. The guards reached him and each took one of his arms, holding them behind his back as they led him from the cell. "It's time for your whipping," one said with cruel, vindictive pleasure clearly written on his face. My what? Loki thought frantically, trying to remember when Odin had mentioned that during his poor excuse for a trial. He must have said it during one of the moments that Loki hadn't been paying attention. His eyes filled with trepidation as he was forced down the hall. This he wasn't looking forward to...
Yeah, yeah, I know that he didn't have his lips sewn shut or receive whippings in the movie, but you know what? I DO WHAT I WANT.