The figure turned, his hood drowned his face in darkness, but Loki could feel the hate, the evil, seeping out from underneath like cold heat. He had not felt a presence with more hate than himself in a long time and it made him uneasy. You are not ready yet. Now that his mind was beginning to repair itself, the consciousness tore like a shard of ice. You are still weak, you cannot handle the power we offer you. You still know feelings such as love. The last word was hissed into Loki's mind with a fearsome force, like sour venom being spat out before it contaminated it's host. This place cannot show you any more. It has done it's deed. Now you must come with me so you may know your true potential. Loki's mind began to tick into life once more. He processed the words, taking his time, remembering their meanings, recalling how he once used them to weave his own thoughts into those of others. He felt like his mind was stretching after an age of being asleep. Each part reaching out, testing it's capabilities. It felt wonderful, like he had recovered a lost piece of himself.
"I have survived here." He said, wincing at how primitive his language skills had become. "Here on these barren plains where many would fall and die. I have survived. Does this mean nothing?"
This? This is child's play. Nought but a test of your worth. It is time to move on, to become capable of wielding a great and magnificent power. To become worthy of your title as king once more. The figure had moved closer as he had spoken and the hatred chilled Loki. His presence felt like being plunged into ice and he fought not to shudder.
"What is this power you speak of? How do I know it is as great as you claim?" He must be sure, sure that it was enough. His mind, full of energy from it's long rest began racing to form plans. He felt revenge stir inside him and he smirked slowly with the seductive images arranging themselves before him. You shall not question us! The voice shrieked into him, shattering his thoughts into pain. For what other choice do you have fallen prince? It added with soft menace. Begrudgingly Loki conceded that without this offer his vengeance would likely never come to pass, and that was all he could strive for now. This ideal had been presented to him on a platter and it had already the rooting of a fixation. After so long he had found a purpose and he resolved that he would not stop until he had seen it through.
"What must I do?" He asked bluntly. A laugh cracked like stepping on a frozen lake through his mind. He stopped himself from wincing. You must understand what pain truly means. If evil could be amused that is how Loki imagined it would sound like. He paused for a fraction of a heartbeat. But in that time his mind raced. He had endured pain. He knew nothing but pain. Yet if anything could make him doubt his knowledge of pain it was that laugh, it's resonance still ringing through Loki's consciousness. He wanted his revenge. He wanted it so badly he felt every muscle in his body ache with longing. With this offer he could finally have the capabilities, to go unchallenged as a ruler. To defeat all who stood in his way. To defeat Thor. The thought of his brother seared through him like a burning blade and he became consumed with a violent rage. Yes he would have his revenge on his beloved brother. Always the favourite. Always the loved one. And why? Because he was handsome? Brave? Heroic? More like vapid, stupid and reckless. But Odin had made his choice, let Asgard suffer at the hands of his idiot brother. This would be far more personal than taking Asgard. He planned to take that which mattered only to Thor. A direct hit on all which he loved, which he could do nothing to defend. The Earth.
"So be it." He conceded. And Loki was transported to a pit of agony and anger the likes of which he could never have conceived in his wildest imaginings.