Loki
I despise cages. They were made for animals, not for gods. And certainly not for me.
Thor stood in front of my deplorable cell somewhere deep under Midgard, far away from what passes as mortal civilization if my surroundings were any indication. I actually missed that circular glass monstrosity on their flying fortress. My current cell's invisible barrier was enhanced by portions of Asgardian technology, inescapable, and no doubt stemmed from Thor's incessant meddling in human affairs.
Their beloved demigod of Thunder.
I could do so much better.
The bearded oaf now stood in front of my prison, hands crossed over his excessive chest. I could almost smell the stench of self-righteousness oozing from his pores.
"I am to assist the Avengers in New York this night," he stated. His voice sounded like two crumbling boulders clamoring for space inside that thick neck. Every word dripped with duty and honor. It was sickening. "When I have completed my task, we are to return to Asgard where you will stand trial. All-father wants to hear of these events from your lips…"
"Yes, I'm sure he does." I smirked. "By all means, send me back to Asgard to stand trial. And when Odin asks for your own eye-witness account, do make sure to tell him about the thousands of souls I reaped for Hel in this overpopulated cesspool of a world." I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Spare no detail on all the lamentations of the women and children you couldn't save."
Thor winced and left.
Well, I was never one for regrets.
All I had to occupy my time until his return were my thoughts, which were my only company in this tedious place, unless you counted the rows of Kree Warriors bound inside cells larger than my own and a single odd human male who sat for hours without moving, his eyes closed as if in prayer.
I hoped he was praying to me.
I spent the next few hours observing my fellow prisoners, and decided that I truly was a god among men.
Alone.
Without any hope of escape.
The barrier around my cage was woven with enchantments so powerful that even touching the surface caused me pain. I attempted to use my magic to weaken the bonds, but something inside this infernal prison blocked me from doing so. The slightest attempt on my part to perform even a simple spell, and my head throbbed in protest. So much for the hope of human error in duplicating Asgardian enchantments. I could only hope to win my freedom from the stupidity of whichever jailer visited me first.
As it turned out, she came that very night.