Loki

"I hate this world!" Loki thought as he sat on his bed. Loki was in a prison cell made especially for him. It was as white as clouds and had a window to look outside, a bed that matched the walls, a silver table and a dresser. Even better, the room blocked his magic!
Getting up off his bed, Loki stalked over to the door. Banging on he yelled, "Let me out you fools! I am the rightful king of Asgard!" He heard a chuckle from the other side of the door. Growling and frustrated, he tried using his magic. Pointing at the door and murmuring "Hníga!". Nothing...
Muttering, he stalked over to his bed and flopped down. "Why would they imprison me? All I tried to do was take over the Earth?" Loki thought, trying to reason through why he was locked down here. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open and foot steps waking in. Loki sat up as the door shut.
In front of the closed door, stood a maiden not much younger than himself with ruby red hair and deep set emerald eyes that matched the dress she had on. Her long ruby hair was put up in a elegant, yet simple bun and she was carrying a platter of food.

She was the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen...