The clank of chains echoed of the walls of the dark cell as Loki adjusted himself. The sharp metal cut deeper into his skin, causing a fresh stream of blood to flow down his arms. They had wanted to see him break, but he would never give them such a pleasure. He would stay here, imprisoned, but would not ask for mercy.
He would accept the pain, in fact, he welcomed it. The warm blood streamed down from his wrists. Loki watched, in morbid fascination as the droplets rolled down his cold skin, leaving crimson trails that stained the surface of his porcelain skin. The small droplet slid down to his neck, before falling to the ground and continuing to stain the dark stone.
Loki strained against the bonds once again, ignoring the sharp pain that threatened to overcome him. His green eyes shot open when he heard the sound of a key scraping in the lock. The metal door swung open, banging on the stone wall. Heavy footsteps crossed the room toward him. Loki slowly lifted his head. A smirk spread across his head.
"Come to gloat brother?"
His voice echoed throughout the chamber.
Thor gave no reply as the green eyes pierced right through him.
"Something got your tongue, Thunder god? Or am I just below your notice?"
He shifted again, ripping off another layer of skin.
Thor looked at his brother, anguish apparent in his blue eyes. He walked closer toward Loki.
Loki's eyes followed him.
"Can I get you anything?"
The simple question threw Loki off.
"Water."
Thor produced a small flask from him belt. Tilting it back, he poured the liquid into his brother's mouth.
Loki felt its smoothness slid down his throat.
Faster than either of them could have predicted, Loki wrapped his legs around Thor's waist, pulling him close.
Blue eyes widened in surprise and the water slid to the ground. Loki's face hovered inches above Thor's, almost touching.
One jerk of the chains, and the god of thunder could be finished forever. And Thor knew it. Loki lowered his head to his brother's ear.
"Isn't the glorious ruler of Asgard going to do something?" he hissed.
Loki knew Thor's weakness and just hoe to exploit it.
"Thor, please." His voice trembled.
"Brother."
Loki let his legs slid from Thor's waist. He hung limply, focusing of the dark stain of the stone.
A key scraped in the lock of the chains. Loki's body slid to the floor where he lay for a moment. This was too easy.
Strong hands lifted him up and drew him close.
"Brother, I'm sorry." Thor's whisper cracked.
"I'm not."
Loki's form melted away, as the door to the cell slammed shut.
They would find him. Loki wouldn't kill him. He was too much fun. At least that's what he told himself. Loki was always good at lying, especially to himself. But there was one thing that he knew.
Loki would always win.