ric . oola . 127: Where were you yesterday?

Loki: I was...quite busy.

ric .oola . 127: Busy doing what, getting funky with the cafeteria lady?

Loki: What makes you assume something like that?

ric . oola. 127: Nothing, that is all what it is; a simple assumption.

Loki: ...

ric . oola .127: Enjoy my letter, reader.

Loki: Enjoy mine as well, earthling...

Loki,

Honestly skimmed through most of the letter, but I find it fascinating that you say not to believe a word your brother says. Thor does not exactly like when we talk too bad about you. He's done nothing but spoke of praise and a passion only a kind and loving sibling could about you. None of it's true then huh?

Doesn't feel like it.

And as far as the falling into the Abyss thing, he had said it was you that let go. I must say that Thor might as well have been a pup with those sad greiving eyes when ever he speaks of you. Of how "He should have been a better brother." How "He should have taken better care of you".

Which brings me to ask, did you ever feel anything similar to sadness at this? Or was it simply jealousy of living in Thor's shadow as he got all the Glory and even the Throne.

Seems like you're still living in his shadow. Pity.

As far as the shwarma, no tricks. No catches. No acts of trying to soften you. Just giving you a taste of what you're missing. Good to know it's great enough that you must preserve it. Maybe I shall send more?

In no way was it Pepper to have thought of sending the delicious treat. That was all me.

Speaking of treats, thanks for the sludge...looks great...Bruce...got a "kick" out of it. The green blob isn't easy to clean though.

Skipping the personal relationship ordeal with Pepper since we're not buddy buddy enough for that. Silly Loki.

Crimes are lower than they used to be. Murderers are under lock and key, he majority of them anyways. Atomic bombs...

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Aw me and Cappy? Best friends. Though Bruce, being the scientific genius who thus speaks my "English" are the closet to guys could be without it being homosexual. Almost like brother's if you thing about it. So I'm closer to him.

Last time Steve hit me metallic suit would be when we were testing out how much damage it could take before it scratched or dented. Thor helped. The results were admonishing, Mjolnir barely scratched it.

So, what new in prison? Anything exciting?

Tony Stark

Do not pity me, Mr. Stark.

If there is one who hungers desperately for grief; it is Thor…I suggest you feed his need.

The Allfather has realized not of the grave mistake he did by sending that gigantic oaf to Earth in the first place; for no true objective was acquired as planned.

What Thor DID manage to accomplish is by making himself grow even more intolerable than he ever was before; nothing was learned from your measly planet other than to lament and sympathize…

Life is cruelty.

You all feed upon each other, exploit each other in some way to survive; there should be no time to feel this compassionate, this loving towards those you are against.

Emotions such as those are completely unnecessary therefore should not be in any one's nature for they only serve as a barrier for any true purpose intended, do you think not Mister Stark?

As of that, I no longer stand below the shadow of Thor's so-called "greatness", for it is he the one who hides in my shadows to prevent from any sentimental feeling from being cracked and shattered.

As for me…I now stand high above everyone's reach.

Now that you have mentioned the shwarma; yes, I believe it would be wise of you to send more of this gourmet dish to my destination.

It was completely astonishing to see how only after seven days of conserving; the shwarma went through a peculiar evolution.

The color went dark, the scent grew intoxicating and the texture of it drastically changed; this mortal food of yours is strange indeed.

I also must admit that probably a prison is not the most adequate location to store delicacies such as these for it is not well refrigerated or the most cleansing.

Could this have been the cause for such an epidemic?

It is quite obvious that you enjoyed the "Hulk Sludge" I have provided for you.

Is it not like anything you have ever consumed in your life?

And yes…it does become quite problematic to remove from the surface; I learned this just recently.

As punishment for luring rats and other rabid infested creatures into my cell with the mutated shwarma, prison has grown much more exciting for me as I was assigned to kitchen duty every night.

Sure it means that I shall miss out on a few bingo sessions with the guys but hey, cleaning the mess hall is not at all that bad.

As I clear the tables of discarded matter; I receive the privilege to feast upon any good leftovers that have been abandoned by my cellmates until my inside's content.

I was also introduced to the woman responsible for these gourmet dishes prepared to us three times each day; she is a hag who is rich with age as it is recognizable in her crease infested face, toothless grin, and snow tinted hair.

As I wipe the surface of the tables clean, I look over my shoulder and just as I suspected; the old hag continues to visually feast upon me with her bloodshot vulture eyes.

She does this ever so constantly and she grows not intimidated by my knowledge of knowing whatsoever; she is aware as she winks toward my direction.

Whenever she summons to me; my name escapes her lips in soft erotic moans.

As I lean over the table to scrape off a resistant stain, my eyes curiously drift to my left.

Just as I expected, she starts approaching me while swaying her wide hips ever so slowly and rhythmically.

Once she is just inches apart from me, she removes the hairnet from her scalp and released the wild mane of pure white hair which she instantly tosses behind her shoulder.

A little smile starts to form as she coolly rests her hand and begins to caress the lower back of my distracted pose.

As you can see, she has grown quite comfortable upon my presence, which I have no problem with.

As long as there are no affectionate emotions spilling out upon her part; everything will continue to flow swimmingly here in my isolated cubicle.

It truly surprises me, after having in possession an endless amount of beautiful women upon you; in the end you decided to give that up in order to settle with just one measly little woman in a so called serious devoted relationship?

Do not you feel breathless and you are trapped and limited in space as you solely dedicate and your life to just that one woman?

Eheheh…the human emotions of yours are indeed pathetic.

Loki

God of Mischief