So this thing takes place even after expected Thor 3 movie... Let's just assume Loki will survive it, but end up back in jail.
I'm really new to this, so I'll appreciate any comment or review :) Ok, here goes part I:
I suppose it was that glance he gave me for the first time, when I decided not to give up too easily. Though the rumours about him were horryfying, that must be said. All they told me, when I came here - and even before - spoke about an evil monster, which abandoned every single flicker of love and compassion in his heart only to reach more power and finally the throne of Asgard. There was a strange quiet sadness lingering underneath, when his brother talked about him, the traitor.
Finally, the words were said: 'It's been four years, but what it means in our lifetimes?' Thor looked away from me, left me in the middle of the golden room and reached for something in a library, which lined the decorated walls around us. 'Still, even after all his crimes, I can't but see my brother how he used to be. Four years ago I would never believe we could get… here.' He handed me a single paper with a dense text. 'We prepared you a translation so you would understand the situation better,' said Jane behind my back quietly. How thoughtful of her, I thought. It was her in the first place who brought me here, to bring her brother-in-law back from insanity or at least to ease her husbands mind a little.
The paper was a very thoroughly well-founded death sentence.
When I stepped into the cell, the first thing which caught me by surprise was it's undisturbed dazzling whiteness. Nothing was in here. Except for a narrow white bed on my right, which I had overlooked at first, and a crouched figure on it.
'A death sentence? But that isn't exactly what you were talking about,' I turned to Jane. They told me he's evil, insane and recently stopped eating in his cell. So far, after leaving my home and family for this work, I believed that this is going to be the focus of the therapy: to keep him alive.
'You must understand,' said Thor, 'this sentence still can be lifted. I...' he paused as if he didn't really believed in his own words, even though he wanted to: 'I begged my father for a suspension. For year… If Loki can… If he can change, maybe there is still something to be saved.' Jane touched Thor's hand gently and looked at him. Now I felt what is a familiar feeling for a psychotherapist: I suddenly became a guest in an intimate drama which roots and branches for a brief moment embraced the time and space around us. It was bitter, it was sad, it was unsaid and it was a start for me.
After a while Thor continued: 'Maybe he can still be saved, maybe this, you are the way. And if it is so, I have to try. There's nothing more I could do by myself, but I don't wish to see my younger brother dead.' 'So,' I replied, 'I will need to stop him from starving at first.'
I've hardly seen anyone looking so tortured before, be it in jail or on a psychiatric ward. A man in front of me was pale with dark circles around his eyes, sunken cheeks and messy black hair falling in his face. Leaning against a wall he were embracing his knees by his hands, slender fingers of one hand clenched into the wrist of the other. He hadn't moved at all but it was obvious his whole body was in great tension and I would dare to say in pain. Before I managed to say anything he looked at me briefly, but immediately he placed his sight on the wall next to him and didn't say a word. 'Good afternoon,' I said then and smiled, 'I am Elizabeth Erbach and I'm a psychotherapist. I'm glad to meet you, Loki. I came here to be of help to you and to talk with you about whatever you'll need to talk about.'
He didn't answer nor even moved his eyes from the wall but I didn't expect it really. I was content anyway. The way he glanced at me at first, that was no blank stare. There was a surprise in it, there was some estimation, but most importantly (before it all turned into a mere suspicion) I believed I saw a real glimmer of - hope. And that was all I needed.