***I do not own any of the Marvel characters included in this story or rights to any of the movies, yaddayaddayadda. Please don't sue me.********

Yay, second chapter!(: This one is a bit shorter, more of a developer-type chapter. I wanted to get these two chapters in that I re-edited before I start up a fresh one. The rating may go up later for language and violence…I'm thinking like one more chapter before I start diving into the plot, so far it's mostly been introductions and Loki going crazy…Please feel free to comment, I need some inspiration! Oh, and if I made any mistakes, lemme know, because if you couldn't tell, I have major writing-OCD. ._.

Chapter 2

The next day, Loki awoke later than usual, and with an awful head ache. It felt as though his head was being simultaneously crushed between two boulders. The light bothered his eyes terribly, and any subtle sound that reverberated through the room his cell was in made him wince. He held his head in his hands for a while, trying to sooth the pain.

He thought about the strange girl, Spira, who had visited his cell the night before. She was rather young to be in such a high-security atmosphere…how did she end up in S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters' cell room? The only way in or out was through the lead door that was impenetrable by even the most powerful bomb. Loki emitted a small huff of laughter as he remembered that fight he had put up once they brought him into this room. That door had seen better days…

She was quite the annoying little pest, reaching down inside Loki's mind. He felt somewhat violated, even though her visit was quite brief. He wondered if that's how people felt when he tried to analyze them. Granted, his primary power was not mind-reading or evaluating people, but he knew he was rather good at it, but Spira had a talent at it, he had to admit. She would be wonderful minion and assistant to him, if only he could get his hands on his scepter, he could manipulate her power at his own hand.

"Visitor!" Boar said loudly, banging the lead door open. Loki pressed his hands to his head again, groaning in agony.

"Who the hell is bothering me?"

"Brother," a familiar voice boomed, "I have come to bring you news of Asgard."

"Not so loud!" Loki hissed, "I have a terrible headache, what do you want?" Loki never looked up to acknowledge Thor, fearing that his glinting armor would further irritate the pain behind his eyes.

Thor spoke more softly this time, trying to keep his brother from wincing once more, "You're banishment here on Earth is temporary brother. Our father sent me here to inform you of that. He was in a great despair once I returned to Asgard. He spoke of why you were not allowed entry through the Bifrost." Thor was pacing the floor his red cape dancing around with his every movement, "If you can learn a lesson, as I did when I was banished here on Midgard, he will allow you to return and restore your honor. You will be able to reclaim your rightful place by my side, as my brother."

Thor was smiling a sad sort of smile, hopeful that Loki would someday be able to return to Asgard with him. He missed his brother, and even though Loki had taken the lives of countless people, he was still his brother, and Thor would always love him.

"Well father speaks in false hopes and pitiful dreams. I have no intention of becoming as good and 'worthy' as you," Loki's dark rage was now boiling up to the surface and he spoke through gritted teeth, "I would rather rot in this cell than return to Asgard and stand in the presence of that loathsome man who refused to grant me rights to a fair trial. Who couldn't even confront me and 'enlighten' me that he no longer has time for his adopted son." Loki spat out those last two words like acid.

"Brother please, I know that darkness has not completely overtaken you-"

"Then you are wrong!" Loki yelled, his voice echoing all around the two brothers.

Thor stood a few inches away from the glass, his expression full of hurt and sadness for his brother who was now blinded by the void that grew inside him. "I am sorry, brother. I only wish to see you back home, happy, and not filled with such poisonous rage." The soon-to-be king wished so badly that his brother could see through the darkness that was overtaking him. The curious glint in the green-eyed prince's gaze was now changing into something much more sinister, making the God of Thunder's sadness grow deeper. Finally, Thor put his hand up to the glass before leaving his brother.

Loki fell into a fit of rage after Thor left, as he screamed and pounded his fists against the glass, cursing at the sky over and over, hoping his wretched father would hear his cries of agony. His palms began to bleed from him clenching his fists so tightly that his nails dug into the skin. The white-skinned knuckles on his hand were smeared with blood from punching the glass, splitting even more between each punch.

"You've taken everything from me, father!" Loki screamed at the heavens, "Everything!"

Loki formed little beams of light in his hand, and threw them at the walls of the cell, leaving scorch marks where they seared the impenetrable steel and Plexiglas that barricaded him inside. Over and over the gleaming balls of energy launched themselves at the wall of Loki's cell, over and over the stained the inside of it with their charcoal residue. How long would his wings be tied up, how long must he endure being held inside a cage? He would rather face the wrath of Thanos a million times over than be stuck inside this prison any longer.

The ex-prince slid down the wall beside his bed and curled his knees into his chest, trying to keep the rest of his composure. He put his head between his knees, where he continued to shout and curse his father for the remainder of the night. Since he was no longer able to channel his rage through "different" means, Loki didn't realize that he was now turning that rage on himself, and inflicting self-harm not only physically, but mentally. His powers were limited, probably the doings of the "Great and Mighty Odin." Loki scoffed at the man's name, disgusted by the label given to him by the Asgardians.

"And what of me?" Loki thought, "Shall they label me the 'Pitiful and Weak-Minded Loki, Failure to Asgard'?"

After a few more fits, and many more knuckle-splitting punches, Loki drained himself of his remaining energy, and fell into darkness.

Behind his dreamless sleep, Loki heard a soft whirring, which quickly snapped him out of his sleep. The small tunnel that fed food through opened its hatch to reveal a plate filled with recognizable contents.

Loki's eyes lit up at the sight of real food, but the light quickly went out as he realized he was being watched.

"It's left over's from the chow hall…" Spira began, "But I also snuck something else in." Spira tapped a glass bottle filled with a red liquid against the glass, its contents sloshing about "I figured since you used to be royalty, wine would be a bit more suitable than Jack Daniels." She laughed, "But don't tell anyone, I'm still under-aged."

After fidgeting with the cork for quite some time, Spira poured Loki a generous amount into a plastic cup, and then filled a cup for herself. She slid Loki's wine into the capsule and pressed the button than transferred it over to his side of the glass. Spira noticed the blood smears on the glass, quickly realizing what had most likely happened earlier that day. She played Loki's fit of anger over in her mind, imagining him punching the glass over in over until he drew blood. The left over emotions in the room were practically emanating of his cell like a noxious gas. She could tell he didn't want to talk about his outburst, so she left it at that.

"Damn, you did a number on this cell,' She said, looking around at the scorch marks that Loki had left earlier, "The wine will help, though." She smiled, "And it might ease that headache of yours-at least temporarily."

"How did you-"

"It's a side effect of having your mind dissected by me. You're a tough one to analyze." She took a sip of her wine and pulled up her chair.

"Um, thank you." Loki said, reaching for his cup, thankful for the ego-boosting liquid.

"Wow, you're using your manner, that's a step." Spira said sarcastically, as she took another sip of her wine before putting her cup on the floor.

Loki rolled his eyes before taking a large gulp from his cup, then setting it on the small shelf beside his bed that served more as a table.

"So, when are you getting out of here?" Spira inquired, tilting her head.

Loki shrugged his shoulders, and reached for his cup again, "I think it's my turn to ask questions tonight." He said, gulping down the rest of drink in one quick swig.

"Alright, but I think you're going to need more wine." Spira laughed and filled up another cup for him before transferring it to the inside of his cell. "He sure as hell needs more." She thought.

"How did you manage to sneak in to this room?" Loki asked, eagerly reaching for his cup and motioning about the room.

Spira put a finger to her chin, debating on whether or not to tell Loki. She pointed to the corner of the ceiling, "The ceiling in here has a bunch of ramps for Hawkeye, so he can have a stealthier outlook and better vantage point in case he needs to put an arrow between your eyes. But I use them to sneak around the headquarters. Hawkeye's okay with it, as long as I don't get into trouble."

Loki let out a small chuckle before asking another question, leaning forward and clasping his hands as he did so, "How did a girl like you end up at a place like this? What does S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters want with you?"

"I have connections." She smirked.

Loki tilted his head, and tried to read her again, slowly prying information out of her eyes, Spira beat him to it, "Stop." She replied.

"Tell me how you got here." He repeated again.

"Agent Romanoff thought I'd be a great addition to the staff here. I usually interrogate difficult prisoners," she held up her hand before Loki could say anything, "But-they gave me special orders not to come in here."

Loki took a sip out of his cup before walking up a little closer to her, "Are you lying?"

Spira gave him a look that said, "Really?" and then blinked. "No, Loki, I'm not lying. They have you on their max security list. You're a highly dangerous criminal, and they didn't want me to become involved with you. It was more of an age thing I think. They thought a teenager couldn't handle the God of Mischief."

"So you are here to interrogate me?" Loki said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'm here to see why you're so dangerous, and to deliberately defy their stupid orders." Spira picked up her cup and took a sip of her wine.

"And?" he said, seeing her holding back information, yet again.

"And," she began, "I'm not telling you until I know I can trust you, which will probably not be for a while."

The two sat in silence for a moment and drank their wine slowly, Spira purposely keeping her gaze away from Loki's, and the god picked up on it. By now, he could tell when someone was trying to avoid him.

"What's the matter, too scared to look me in the eye?" He half-teased.

"I'm saving you the pain of another headache tomorrow. Plus I promised I would stop dissecting your head if you were nice to me." She shot him a look of warning before returning her focus to the control panel where hundreds of buttons lay, waiting to be pushed. She also left out the fact that it was tiring work for her to jump into Loki's mind; the guy had it guarded and chained up like some sort top secret package.

"Are you done questioning me?" Spira asked, gulping down the rest of her wine.

"For tonight." Loki replied, chugging the rest of his wine.

"Geez," Spira said, watching him down the beverage, "Don't drink it all at once." She said sarcastically.

"It's been a long day." He replied, wiping his mouth and crushing the plastic cup in his hands.

"Right…" she said, folding up her chair, "Don't forget to throw those cups in the incinerator when you're done," noticing him practically strangling the cup between his hand, "Or flush them down the toilet or something. And do the same with your food when you're done."

Spira picked up the half empty wine bottle on her way out, before turning out the lights, and leaving Loki to dine on his first substantial meal.