I opened eyes that I didn't remember closing, and the light that was previously present had made a mysterious disappearance in favour of the pitch black now in its place. My head was against the book I had been reading, and I had a partial outline of the rectangle imprinted onto my face, not that I knew about it until a bit later. Something, which I assumed to be JARVIS, put the lights on dimly allowing me to see the room around me. "Good morning," JARVIS said almost cheerfully, before proceeding to provide me with some random information about the weather. "May I access the library at this time?" I queried.
"Of course," JARVIS replied. "You may access any of the areas that I told you yesterday, although I would advise that you avoid visiting the twentieth floor for the time being."

I followed the same route that I took yesterday, quickly finding the library. It took a moment to find the shelf where the book I'd borrowed had come from, but it was returned to its rightful place relatively quickly. The silence of the library was comforting, and I spent hours browsing the shelves, before eventually picking up a book on some language called python, Which I later learned was a way of communicating with Midgardian devices. Noticing a small gap between the shelves near the corner of the room, I crawled into it, and sat down so I was leaning against the wall. It was probably one of my better ideas at that time, as it was imperative that I avoided stirring up too much trouble. That philosophy didn't stick for very long, of course, and it would have been a complete surprise to anyone if it had.

I opened the first page and began to read. The library remained quiet for a few hours, until the silence was predictably interrupted by my brother. "Brother," he said in his typically too loud voice. I scowled. "The talking voice informed me of your location," he continued by way of explanation. I crept out of my hiding space.
"That voice has a name, and I imagine that JARVIS would be offended by your inability to refer to him by it," I informed him.
"I apologise," Thor replied, before proceeding to lapse into silence.
"Was there a purpose to your locating me, or should I assume you're only here to be a nuisance?" I wasn't in the mood to put up with him, and I had wanted nothing more since I had woken up to be buried in the pages of a good book and left alone.

"Brother…" he began.
"No," I snapped. I was particularly uncomfortable with his insistence of referring to me as family. Thor stopped and thought for a moment before changing tact.
"Reading up on Midgard then?" he asked referring to the book I was still holding. I chose not to entertain the thought of having a conversation, instead insisting that if he wasn't here with a purpose that he should leave me be. He eventually got the hint and left, leaving me to return to the gap behind the shelves and continue reading. It took very little time to finish reading, and a short while later, I started reading another book of a similar topic, this time about the theory of the devices.

Just as I had started getting into the more complex theory, JARVIS interrupted, informing me that the Avengers had requested my presence in the dining room. "Do I have a choice?" I asked hoping to return to the book for a short while.
"I'm afraid not Loki," he told me. "They're quite insistent that you head there as soon as possible." I frowned at that. Why couldn't they have just let me be?

I followed the route that I took yesterday, arriving to find all of the Avengers, except Hawkeye, sat around the table. "Why don't you take a seat…" JARVIS suggested after I had spent a few seconds lingering in the doorway. Reluctantly I took a seat. There were a few seconds where the group seemed to just stare at me, expecting me to speak and when I didn't, opted to say what they summoned me for. "Is there a particular reason that you've spent the last few hours in the library?" Stark asked.
"I was reading," I replied bluntly.
"Well… I guess we've got a bookworm for a guest," Stark said as though he didn't believe me.
"I'm no worm," I replied.
"Oh wait. Sorry. You're a reindeer. I forgot."
"I've had quite enough of this nonsense, so if you don't mind, I'll be returning to the library…" I made to leave.
"Brother…" Thor said. At that, I turned back around.
"I'm not your brother," I shouted. Before I could hear a response to my outburst, I stepped into the lift and returned to the library.

Picking up several books from the shelves, I returned to my spot and placed the stack of reading materials next to me. I tried to pick up reading where I had left off but found I couldn't focus. The reason for my lack of focus was intangible to me at the time, and so I attempted to read a different book in the hope that it would hold my focus. When that book also failed at its purpose and slammed it back on the top of the pile and curled up, hugging my knees and resting my head on top of them in an undignified ball. I don't know how long I spent like that, but I remained there, completely and utterly miserable for what seemed like an eternity. What I didn't know, was the cause of this. I knew that it couldn't have been a result of my exile, as it was a much better outcome than I had expected, which left me with a question that I would only be able to answer with time.