The first thing Loki remembered after passing out on Stark's balcony was the sickening smell of disinfectant and the weight of chains on his wrists. They were obviously designed to drain his magic, as if he had any at the moment. Ripping holes in space time is not as easy as it looks. Right now even without the chains Loki could not hope to so much as levitate a feather. Magic aside Loki tried to affect the appearance of continued unconsciousness as he mentally assessed his location and wounds. Infernal beeping, a distasteful aroma which seemed to pervade all places of healing regardless of the realm, and bandages littering his many wounds, it would appear that Stark could not even follow the simplest of directions. Stark, Loki remembered the look of horror that overtook the man's face when he realized who had just appeared on his balcony. That horror surprisingly enough seemed to be not related to his identity, but a reaction to the damage his physical form had sustained. Curious. One would think tossing a man, rather unceremoniously, out of a window would relieve him of any pity. Apparently not.
Just then Loki heard a voice drifting in from the corridor. "How is he?" Speak of the devil as the mortals liked to say, the man himself. Another voice replied, Loki assumed a healer of some sort. "From what we can tell he's stable. We've treated all of the major lacerations and there appears to be no internal damage. I'd say whoever did this was looking to hurt not to kill." "Do you know when he'll wake up?" the Man of Iron enquired. "There's no telling. We're unsure if the mental processes of Asgardians are any different from that of humans, and with Thor back on Asgard there's no one to ask." "May I see him?" Stark asked in a low voice as if afraid of the question. "I don't think that's wise sir. Fury doesn't want anyone but necessary personnel to have contact with him until Thor returns or he's well enough to be questioned."
Loki could almost hear the winning smile that Stark most likely had plastered on his face as he tried to convince the healer to give him what he wanted. The thought had him suppressing a smirk of his own. "Come on, he's unconscious and bound by magic sucking chains. What possible difference could my relocation to the other side of this glass make?" "Sir those are Fury's orders, if you don't like it you can take it up with him. Now if you'll excuse me I have patients to attend." Loki heard the swish of a swift turn and footsteps retreating. Loki waited for the second set of footsteps to follow the healers retreat, as Stark had been denied entry. He waited, no footsteps. After a long couple of moments the voice of what must have been one of his guards broke the silence. "Sir I'm sure you have other things to occupy your time than staring at the prisoner. We know how to do our job Stark he's not going anywhere." There was another long pause, and Loki could almost feel Starks eyes boring into him. Then finally he heard the sound of footsteps retreating into the distance.
Loki relaxed marginally and contemplated Stark's decidedly odd behavior. Why did the Man of Iron wish to enter his room? If what he said was true Stark should have been able to see him, well enough through the glass to know he was contained. But then Loki thought of the questions Stark had asked. They had not been about his bonds but about his wellbeing. So curious. Why should and Avenger, a man who had played such a large role in his defeat, care if he was dying or not. One would think that anyone of Midgard would rejoice at his current state. And when he asked to see him, it was not, as the guard presumed, to make sure he could not escape. No the man had wanted to see for himself that Loki was alright. He was sure of it. But WHY? The thought spun round and round Loki's head as he fell back into unconsciousness.