Deep in an Asgardian prison, in a cell with no light filtering through, sat a hunched figure etching absentmindedly into the stone wall. The only sound was his sharpened nails digging into the rock and the chips falling to the ground. The prisoner was Loki, and he was in the cell of his own accord. After his failed attack on Midgard, Thor had convinced his father to pardon him, but Loki wanted to be alone. At least, that's what he told everyone. As usual, he was ten steps ahead of everybody else. He would strike again, but this time he needed time to think and plan. Midgard would be his eventually.
With a flick of his wrist, Loki produced a small candle. Its weak light barely illuminated half of his cell, but it was enough to see his etchings. A crude map of Midgard covered most of the wall, along with several drawings of himself and the tesseract. He didn't have much use for the tesseract now, he only wanted revenge. But, he supposed, it wouldn't hurt to have it around.
After musing over his plans for some time, Loki waved a hand over the candle, turning it into his spear. The faint blue light outline his features and the stone walls of the cell. He gathered all the shavings from his drawings and put them together in the middle of the floor. Loki picked up a few and dropped them again; as the chips hit the ground they became sparkling dishes of fine food. Was his magic getting stronger? Loki leaned back and picked up a gold and crystal goblet and swirled the wine around before taking a long drink.
He smiled at the thought of the castle servants discovering their feast gone. He would return the dishes later, when he was finished eating. He wasn't actually hungry, just bored. And after staring at a wall all day, who wouldn't mind a fine meal? Loki's quiet feasting was interrupted by a hungry rat, who was squeaking and eyeing his food. Normally, he would have swatted the creature away, but he was feeling particularly pleased with himself; he decided to feed it. Tossing some bread slices at the rat, he watched the light from his spear drift up and fade away, like fire. Loki was quite enjoying his stay here; it was nice to get away from all the fools he was usually plagued with. He looked back at the rat when it squeaked again, this time looking up at him. He reached out to flick it away, but changed his mind and let it crawl onto his robe. It was more or less cute, and seeing that rats were his favorite animals, Loki petted it with a crooked finger and let it settle into a content ball of fur on his lap.
A/N: See there, Loki's not all bad :) I always imagined him having a soft spot for animals, especially rats. Sorry for making this so short, I'm not really sure if I'm going to continue this story. But if I do, the rest of the chapters will be longer, I promise!