Chris had been confined to Thor's quarters with guards outside given strict instructions about not letting him leave. They were to understand that he was not Thor, but a mere mortal who could pose a threat but at present was a friendly.
He had tried to attack the guard restraining Tom and been met with a blow that had knocked him out. When he woke he was in Thor's quarters and Heimdall was summoned to explain the events to him. Odin was currently missing and assumed dead. Thor had been called home but the avengers would only let him leave if they could come to, which was currently in court under debate. Loki and Tom were being detained in separate cells in the dungeons and Heimdall had made sure to make it very clear that there was no way Chris could get down there.
When Chris had asked whether anyone had actually let Tom or Loki explain Heimdall had said it was not necessary given that he could see and feel their guilt. When Chris questioned whether the guilt may be about imprisoning Odin rather than killing him Heimdall had replied that the guilt was about killing there was no other possibility. With that Chris had gotten angry and knocked out again. The next time he awoke food was waiting for him with guards outside his door.
Tom was terrified. There was no other way to put it. He sat in his muted cell so that he could not communicate with Loki, in the cell opposite, or the guard outside. If they just let either of them explain, preferably him for Loki did still not have a way with words to put it lightly, they would see why Odin was dead. Yes Tom would admit to that Odin was dead, but not for the reasons they thought. He was dead by his hand though, not Loki's. He glanced across at the other cell and locked eyes with Loki. He had a feeling they were think about the same thing.
Loki made a motion with his hands. Tom looked up more. Loki appeared to be miming sleep? Why would he want Tom to sleep? He thought back to the time they had first met, albeit Loki was trying to kill him but they had talked, in his dream. Tom's eyes lit up and Loki saw that he had understood. Tom mimed how by raising his hands in the air. He didn't feel even slightly tired. Loki seemed to think for a moment then started sending spells everywhere and randomly throwing items in his cell. Tom watched bemused until a guard came up and hit a button on the side of Loki's cell. Gas poured in to the chamber and in a matter of moments he dropped down unconscious. Knock out gad, tom figured. Well if it worked for Loki...He started tossing chairs at the 'glass' and firing spells at it. In a matter of moments gas was pouring into his cell and he was asleep.
He felt himself being called to the same dreamfield he had met Loki on when they had switched minds. Not that that was going to happen today. When the world formed around him he found himself on the fields of Asgard, a stream running nearby. How quaint he thought, in comparison to Loki's character, or what was his character anyway.
He saw Loki strolling towards him. "We need to talk" He called
"Indeed" replied Loki joining him "But first I feel we should wait for the other presences."
"What others"
"I have shall we say made special arrangements"
Tom looked around noticing the air beginning to shiver as figures formed. Two pairs now stood in the field along with five individuals. This was going to be interesting...
