Loki awakes slowly with a groan only to realize the very noise is muffled due to something being shoved in his mouth. He pokes at it tentatively with his tongue to find it is some sort of material. When he attempts to remove it, his hand barely gets far from his body. His eyes snap open to find himself lying on a sparse cot. Peering down his body, he tries moving his hands again, but they clank noisily and do not move more than a few inches in any direction from his body. Feeling each wrist, there are manacles affixed to them with the ensuing chains wrapping around his waist. Moving his feet, he is irritated to feel they are also similarly bound together.

He turns his head and pushes out whatever was gagging him. He grimaces upon seeing it is a sock. Glancing around the room, it is windowless, and the single door is closed with no door knob on his side which means it is most likely locked. He pulls on his chains again, and they remain firm which has him sighing in frustration.

He focuses in on his small reserve of magic and calls on it to dissolve his bonds. Just as he feels it about to manifest itself on the outside of his body, something else jolts his limbs and violently suppresses whatever magic he was about to use. He cries out and squirms at the momentary pain and has to breathe in and out for several minutes to regain his composure.

Loki could kick himself (or preferably Jeff) for letting his captor know about his magical capabilities no matter how small they were. This is worse than any strain he has previously put on himself. Whereas his usual attempts at magic left him drained or exhausted, these chains seem to inflict pain as an incentive to keep his magic bound.

This newfound sense of vulnerability has him scrambling to sit up on the edge of the bare bedding. With great effort, he manages to bring his bound legs up to his hands and feels along the heels of his boots. He sighs in relief as his dagger has been left unperturbed, and he conceals it up his sleeve.

Placing his feet back on the ground, he stands and shuffles towards the door with both sets of chains making an awful amount of noise despite how little he tries to move. He walks around his room and finds nothing else useful. The only thing of note is a curious metal ring welded into the ground. Pressing himself against the door, he hears no movement on the other side. Taking another chance, he presses both his palms against the door and tries to summon just the smallest spark of magic. Once again, the painful jolt seizes him, and he cannot suppress his cry of distress.

Leaning against the door to regain his breath, he finally hears noises on the other side. He quickly hops back to the small cot and makes it appear as if he is still unconscious. After the groaning of the door, he listens to the soft padding of footfalls before he feels someone looming over him. Loki wills himself to keep breathing normally as a hand gently redirects his head in the direction of the door. That same hand continues to stroke at his face, and much of Loki's patience and restraint is used to keep from biting this man's fingers off as they trace his lips.

"You're such a prize," whispers that wretched voice from a few hours ago. Loki wonders how he hadn't detected that sinister undertone while they had been talking in the café.

As that hand pushes back his unruly hair, Loki decides now is the time to "wake up." He emits a soft sigh and opens his eyelids slowly with several languid blinks. When his eyes focus in on the smiling spectacled man before him, he represses the urge to headbutt him and chooses instead to feign shock.

He gasps and tries moving backwards. He acts as if his limited mobility is a complete surprise to him at this very moment. He effects a stammer when he asks, "Wh-where am I?"

Jeff's smile stretches even farther across his face, and his hand tenderly holds the side of Loki's head. "Don't worry about that. It doesn't really matter."

Loki's brows furrow at such an answer, and he successfully pulls his head away from this man's touch. "What do you mean it doesn't matter? Of course it does! One moment I intend to wish you farewell, and the next I awaken in your dingy little room in chains and—MMMMPH"

Infuriatingly enough, Jeff clamps his hand over Loki's mouth to cut off his rant. He makes angry noises at the man and tries to shake him off, but Jeff maintains a steady grip. He still has that insipid smile plastered to his face. "Gosh, you're wordy for a little guy. Of course, the way you carried yourself online I couldn't believe you were a kid at first. All verbose and formal English." His other hand waves about in the air. "Then surprise, surprise! You were! And that's not the only surprise you had in store, was it?"

It's then that Loki bites down hard on the inside of one of Jeff's fingers, and the kidnapper cries out. Loki clamps down even harder until he feels blood in his mouth, and then a harsh slap to the face forces him to release the finger.

Jeff curses colorfully, and then a hand grips his face to force his mouth open so the sock can go back in. He glares spitefully at the man and throws his own muffled curses back. His kidnapper's lips simply purse, and he balls his injured hand into the fabric of his thick sweater vest. "Your new owner's got a handful coming to him," he mutters.

At Loki's affronted noise, Jeff has the gall to simper at him. "Did I forget to mention that? You're too much of a prize for me to just keep to myself, and I've always believed in sharing." A hand lands on Loki's leg and sturdily remains there even as he tries to buck it off. "An outright god," the hand rubs his lower leg. "Full of magic," the hand lazily makes its way to underneath his knee. "And all in a most malleable and adorable package," hisses Jeff as he flashes all his teeth to the trickster. Loki bites down on the sock in an attempt to keep his face blank as he feels the uninjured hand resting on his thigh as if it belongs there.

"And untouched too," muses Jeff as an afterthought. "Though 'buyer beware' and all that. I mean, who could blame me for sampling the goods, and as you surely know by now, the Internet makes liars of us all." Loki glowers at him as Jeff leans right into his face.

And just as that hand creeps somewhere Loki damn well knows it should not be going, he grips his hidden dagger and thrusts it into Jeff's arm. As the man screams out, Loki doesn't hesitate to stab him two more times and then deliver a mighty headbutt into his loathsome face.

Jeff falls back to the floor and recognizing he cannot get far, Loki chooses to incapacitate his captor even more. He lunges off the cot and onto the mortal and starts digging his weapon into whatever he can reach. The bespectacled man grunts with each blow before finally throwing up his knee which lands in Loki's gut and shoves the breath from his lungs.

Taking advantage of this momentary incapacitation, Jeff uses his taller build to try and wrestle the weapon from Loki's hands. The young god lashes out with his feet and wriggles as best he can, and even when he's disarmed, he continues to push back with all of the adrenaline in him. This is how he finds out what the ring in the floor is for as he finds his movement even more restrained as Jeff stands away from him stooped over and panting.

"That's going into your profile," wheezes Jeff.

Loki shoves out the sock and spits at the man's feet. "You have made a grave error, and though I am not usually prone to violence, I will take great delight in watching your head succumb to the weight of my brother's wrath."

One eye twitches from behind the glasses, and Jeff stares as if really seeing the kid for the first time. "Yeah, well you're not seeing jack-shit 'til I've gotten you off my hands," replies the man lamely. As he walks to the door, Loki delights in how much damage he has managed to inflict as Jeff is staggering out of the room. The last sounds he is left with are of the locks being put back in place on the other side and after that, it's just the clinking of his chains as he tries to figure a way out of this.