Written to: Thursday - Takenobu, crosspost from AO3
Oubliette: A dungeon with a door only in the ceiling; a place you put people to forget about them.
"This is a rather tragic place," Thor comments as he holds Loki's hand and looks at a spitting, hissing Malekith behind an invisible force field deep in the dungeons of Asgard.
Loki shrugs. "Surely it cannot be much too different for him; from what I recall, Svartalfheim is much like this. Miserable and boring."
Sif had caught Malekith not only a few hours ago, prodding and poking around Idunn's orchards and leaving a trail of gnawed apple cores behind him. The Dark Elf had eaten himself sick and Idunn had eyed him with disapproval before summoning a few royal guards who poked and prodded him into the dungeons.
"I am not quite so sure that he is as bored as all that; the apples may have had some unexpected effects on him," Thor says, watching in disbelief as Malekith lies down on the cold stone floor and strips himself of his trousers, wraps a hand around himself and begins to stroke vigorously with a pace that Thor is amazed by.
Loki eyes the elf in disgust, ignores him when he starts to ask for Byleistr.
Loki takes Thor's hand, shuddering at the very idea, and wonders if there are any spells in the library that he can possibly use to wipe his memory. Thor, for his part, is seriously considering if there were any spells Loki knew that could make Malekith look like Thor; the clone Byleistr had been so infatuated with had recently decided to gain sentience and make a break for freedom and was now currently wandering around, hopelessly lost, in the frozen mists of Jotunheimr. Byleistr had been inconsolable and the flood of explicit and poorly worded love letters had begun to come for Thor in the post again, and even though there was usually no post on Sundays, Byleistr seemed to find a way.
He breaches the idea tentatively a few weeks later, when Loki has all but forgotten about Malekith deep beneath Asgard's floors. Loki gives him a look that cows Thor into silence again, and takes up a little plastic spoon to continue feeding Modi some mashed carrots.