The cell was cold and small, surrounded by three stone walls with bomb proof glass on the fourth. Sat on the meagre metal bed was the fallen God of mischief Loki, leant on his knees and staring pointedly at the floor.
He had lost.
Everything he had worked for, all that planning ruined. Because of some hot headed humans who thought they were a cut above the rest. He was defeated by mere mortals; if his name was bad before, it was truly besmirched now.
He heard the rush of a door opening and slowly sat up, to look upon Director Fury who was holding himself much taller than in previous encounters.
"Are you ready to go home?"
Loki gave him a cold stare.
"Good. We have arranged a time and place for Thor to take you back to Asgard."
"Will I have the honour of being escorted by your mongrels?"
"Of course. You have a lot to answer for; they're not letting you out of their sight."
"Then I have no other choice." He swept his hand to the side but then dropped it rather quickly.
"Your departure comes with a warning Loki."
He raised an eyebrow.
"If you ever, if you even think about coming back to earth to attack it, we will hunt you down and stop you. There is no force on earth that you can beat."
"Fiery words," Loki cocked his head to the side, "Your threats are idle and uninspired however." He smirked.
Fury returned the smirk, "You think you're such a hotshot God but you're not. You're a lot like us; you're just like a human."
Loki jerked to his feet and slammed his fist onto the glass, "Do not dare sink me to your level. Disgusting human."
Fury's smirk grew, "Well, you can tell your prison buddies all about our disgusting race when you return to Asgard."
Loki sneered at him as he turned away to leave but when he reached the edge of the glass he stopped.
"Speaking of our disgusting race, I thought you would like to know," Fury pulled his gloves tighter on his hands, "that Helen Hurst died earlier this morning. Her heart gave out."
Loki jeered at him, "I don't know why you believe I care. She was a filthy human, just like you."
"Then you really are heartless." Fury placed something on a plastic tray and pushed it through to the other side and left.
Loki glared after him and slowly turned his attention to the objects. He walked over and his insides froze when he realised what they were. Battered, bloody and well worn, Helen's gloves were still soft and gentle to the touch.
He picked them up and turned them in his hands, feeling anger and pain bubbling in his stomach then he cried out in fury and smashed his fist against the stone wall, clutching her gloves tightly.
The End.