AN - Hi there guys this is Harriet, yes i have actually written something.
See what you think, if you want more then say and i will continue the story, otherwise here is a short one-shot.
"He's awake, Sir" said a voice, looking in to a square screen. "What shall we do with him?"
"Send him the welcome party" A deep voice replied.
"Yes, Sir" the small man scuttled away.
Loki woke up, his head was pounding, he felt like he had been hit with mjölnir.
"Where am I?" his voice croaked out, he was scared by the sound of his voice, unlike his normal godlike tone, unlike the voice of yesterdays fight. He fought with his brother over Midgard, again. He never understood why Thor cared so much for the Midgardians, they were petty and had no use other than their own destruction.
Loki got his mind out of his thoughts, he looked around, there wasn't much to see. It was a metal box, a faraday cage, the only thing in it was the metal bed on which he was laid upon. It was only then he realised there were multiple restraints on various parts of his body. There was no way of getting out of this one, he could fell no magic, probably his lovely 'Father's' doing.
He looked around again, on every surface there were splatters of blood. "Where am I?" Loki shouted again in anger.
The metal door swung open, a tall, brown haired man stepped in, a faint smile passed overs lips.
"Shall we begin Mr. Odinson"