In the weeks that follow, you and Loki develop something of a friendship- if it can be called that. Each day is slightly more bearable knowing that, at the very least, you have each other to talk to. You can feel the distance that Loki maintains however. He isn't the type to let anybody into his life, and you frequently wonder if it was a mistake allowing him into yours.
He asks you things- seemingly harmless questions- and you answer them. It's not like there is anything else to do, or that you have anything to lose by trusting him. And anyway, it feels good to share yourself with someone after being isolated for so long. You'd been sitting in this cell for nearly a year now, and honestly, Loki is like a light in an otherwise eternal darkness.
It was rare that the fallen prince would open up to you. However, he would frequently rant about his brother Thor.
"Do you have any siblings?" he asks of you one day.
"One," you reply after a long pause. "A sister."
"And do you get along?" Loki continues, intrigued by the sudden change in your temperament.
"It's… complicated," you sigh, not wishing to elaborate.
His green eyes study you intently. You often find yourself disoriented by the intensity of his stare. "It was her, wasn't it?" he interjects. "She's the one you were protecting by taking the fault for a crime you did not commit?"
Looking at the ground, your thoughts a million miles away, you nod absently.
Loki gives you a moment before finally asking, "and was she worth it?" His tone is surprisingly only slightly mocking.
Slowly, you lift your head and reply, "that's a question I ask myself every day."
And for a moment, you swear you see something resembling empathy in Loki's eyes.
