It was completely quiet when I entered. I wasn't sure if he was even awake, but I thought I would see. I closed the door carefully behind me, the large, tall door clicking shut as I did so. I stepped quietly down the stairs, my eyes on his cell. There was no movement. Just absolute silence. And then, as I walked closer to his cell, he came into view.

There he was, sitting on his bed. One leg hitched up, the other stretched out, his heel resting on the cell floor. He had his side to me. His face looking in the other direction. I watched him for a moment. He was serene, unmoving. His black hair slicked back, the ends jutting out in a wave motion. He wore a simple but embellished outfit; black leather pants, slightly baggy, tucked into black ankle length boots. A green top was tucked into his pants, a black leather vest, ending just below his waist, worn over the rest of his clothing. Somehow, he didn't look as evil as the image and reputation of him indicated.

"This seems a strange time to visit someone." He spoke finally. His head slowly turned then, his eyes landing on me. He didn't smile, just stared.

"Yes, I realize it's a bit late..." I looked down at my hands, suddenly feeling nervous. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see him rising from his bed, and slowly walking over to me, his eyes watching me.

"You are..." He began, but trailed off, not finishing his thought. I didn't ask him about it either, I just looked up at him as he began to lean down, his knees bending, until his face was directly in front of mine. His piercing gaze set on me.

"If you want me to come back at another time, since it is so late..." I began, feeling suddenly conscientious.

"No." His tone was final, his face going hard for a moment, before softening back to what it was before. He didn't look away from me. He just remained as he was. Knees bent, leaning forward, his hands clasped together in front of him, his eyes on me. I continued to play with my hands, looking away from him, loosing the intense staring competition. He chuckled softly, and I looked up again. "You are nervous." He stated. And then I straightened up, looking at him with a harsh expression, but not saying anything. "I have not seen you...not for a few days."

"Yes, well...Thor was showing me around." Loki's face broke slightly at Thor's name. He looked away finally, his head looking to the side. "You don't like your brother, do you?"

"He is a disgusting excuse for a God, that cretin." He spoke with disgust, still looking to his side.

"What happened between you two?" I asked, and with that, he turned to look at me once again, his face became tired.

"It does not matter now." He looked down at his hands.

"Ok. Well you should know...he does care about you. He's really taken me under his wing, shown me around, introduced me to everyone...he's been asking me about you. He ask's how you are. I think he really wants his brother back." Loki looked up.

"I am not his brother." His words were full of hate.

"Oh sure. Right, because you're a frost giant?" Loki's face froze. "Just because you're from different bloodlines, doesn't mean you aren't brothers. You grew up together!"

"And yet, since I have returned to Asgard, he has not visited me once. He has not looked upon my face. None of my supposed family have. None except Frigga."

"Thor doesn't know where to start. He's hoping I can set the groundwork, and then once you've softened up a bit, gone back to your old self, then he can come and see if things can go back to the way they used to be."

"Things shall never be the same."

"That's true. But it doesn't mean you have to cut any form of a relationship out of your life forever."

"And what of my father then? What do you say of him?" His voice was defensive, angry.

"Well, I haven't spent much time with Odin...but from the time I have spent with him, he seems..." Loki watched my face carefully, intrigued to hear my opinion. "He seems...really up himself. I mean, I know he's the All father and stuff but like really? I mean does he really need to sit on that throne and have a stare-down with every person that requests his glorious presence. Just because he's a King, doesn't mean he's totally awesome and needs to be a douche about it, like-" I cut myself off, realizing I was beginning to ramble. Loki just looked at me, his face amused, a smile on his lips. I looked down, resorting to playing with my hands once again.

"If there weren't a pane of enchanted glass between us, I would lift your head carefully." I looked up, surprised. "You need not be so resisting. Or nervous, for that matter." He paused for a moment. "I find you... Intriguing and amusing at best. But there is something else..." He trailed off again, his eyes narrowing as he began to use his magic once more. I could feel the prickling on my mind beginning again. I slammed the doors shut and he pulled back quickly. I took a step back. I thought we were making real progress, but instead he only wanted to get inside my mind. He rested one of his hands flat on the glass as I stepped back. "I am sorry Samantha. I did not mean- I only wanted to understand for myself. There is something else, I must know what it is. But I shall not attempt to unlock your mind again to know it. You have my word." His voice was sincere.

I stood away from him for a moment, trying to understand him, and his motives. He looked at me, his face sincere. I recollected myself before stepping closer to the cell again.

"I shall tell you this Samantha." He paused again. "What I have learnt from you so far, is that you are different. Unlike others." He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

And then I felt something happen. Something that had never happened before.

A crack.

The smallest of cracks, but a crack nonetheless.

A crack in my walls.