For a long time, neither of them spoke into the silence that had quickly snapped through the atmosphere, the only thing that actually disturbed the canvas of tense air was when the painted forms of the brothers finally moved in unison. Thor had stepped away, hand dropping and doing all it could not to let go of the whip as he took his large step to door. Loki had followed through, turning his open shoulders over and facing himself to other. Staring at one another, Thor was one to be done with it as he swiped the hammer into his grasp and out the door without another word.
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Letting out a dark promising chuckle as he was left alone in his cell, the god moved himself from the corner, arms and legs betraying him through what just happened, they felt weak in his command as he moved back to his spot, casually slipping against the steel so his back matted into it with wincing pain. Loki sat himself , knees folding up to be near his chest, while his shackled arms maneuvered so his elbows rested at the cap of his knee and wrist were forced to hold paired restlessly by each other.
Shoulders leaning forward and head sinking with, he looked to the floor, his eyes skimming along it as if there were words to read in the fine cement. That had gone better than he hoped it would, Thor playing his part perfectly for all things to be set. Unlike Odin, Loki knew his brother's love for him, and it had been all too easy to make him pay the smallest amount of his payback for what had been done. A few looks of truth and a tear shed, and the mighty god of thunder was speechless, a stone tool broken and charm phased by it.
He would wait silently till the next visit, knowing there had to be others to come for more 'punishment' to carry out. Thor was too weak and prideful to tell Odin he could not do it, go against his word and show that it affected him. Thor would be back, and would be but putty for Loki to tear and reform as he wished. Smiling to himself the dark haired male finally became conscious of his body, the hard steel he had pressed into making the whippings burn with something he felt accustomed to, the pain was a wave to welcome as it crashed down from the barricade that had held it back till now. Causing his nerves to be lit with fires while he took his time to bite his silver tongue and keep down his pain, only let it roam his body rather than control it with the sharp yells he wished to let out in response .
Even alone now he sat with contorted features, embracing enough of the pain to let it hold his thoughts, this pain was better than the battle of betrayal that tried to fog him, the anger he wanted to relish in and let him fume and yell to all realms for what still tainted his mind. His breathing taking a rigid difference as he let the physical and mental health twist in combination of each other, together they twined and Loki began to laugh at the silence around him. Thanks to Thor he now had physical resemblance of what was happening inside. All the ruins of his skin, the bleeding sins that dribbled from each groove and crack that had been slashed open with each whip. The whip of course again the irony of it being Odin's work to make him a tattered being, the 9 realms all but against him as the lashes that beat and bust each painful smack to crumble his strong complexion. It was an example of himself…of his mind. It had once been strong, once been clean, but it had cracked under the psychological whip of lies.
"Bravo Odin, bravo." He whispered blankly into the air, his laugh still in his voice but having lost its humor as he sunk out a soft breath and lay his head back into the warm wet steel, having dragging his body over it he had smeared his blood to the wall, the feeling of it against his head made him want to shiver. Letting his mind go blank before it left his reins, which he thought he still had, Loki began to channel his breathing, the pain of each lash being focused on once more. He wouldn't let the wounds breath, not yet; instead he stifled them against the wall, his green eyes flickering for a moment before they closed.
"Well thank you." A deep voice rumbled out to the room, the walls themselves shaken with the reverberations of the authority it held. Before him, the Allfather stood armor ready and glistening in the small lighting of the room as he looked down on the God of Mischief. "I would bow if there was applause, but I can see you're incapable of such thing."
Breathing halting at the sudden presence he had let pass him through his muddling mind, Loki let his gaze open to glance at the Allfather, his stomach churning as he looked to that smoldering eye with a blank facial mask he didn't have to work for. Loki was unsure what to feel, anger, hurt, amusement. To mock the other with his own snide to him? No, he knew the boundaries, and the Allfather had been kind enough to keep the muzzle off him, though that still bothered Loki as to why. Instead he let a smile grace his features for his character to be put up with coy glint back in his eye. "Maybe you should take these shackles off so I can give you the applause you deserve."
"The shackles will stay, I didn't come here to chatter here and waste my time with you, I came here to give you your punishment. Your true punishment." Odin's gaze hardening as he looked to Loki, he as well gave a smile. "I do say, it was a difficult thing to think up, but I finally figured it out."
Loki was struck silent, his face having fallen with from its mask while a sudden ache began to stir his stomach, and not the pain of his scars, but the burden of fear. True punishment..then Thor was just a pawn..or worse. He looked quickly up at Odin with full set glare. He wouldn't.