[Continued from here.]

Loki's eyes never left Thor even when he turned to leave the room. The others, just glimpsed from behind the open door, were ignored as if they were nothing more than ants upon the ground. It was humiliating to have his plea, so hard to make, brushed aside and not even answered. So much for Thor's earlier words of 'love', so much for his continued assertions that all he wanted was for Loki's redemption.

His eyes remained locked on the point that he had last seen Thor's back even after the door was closed, leaving him alone in the cell suspended in the middle of the room. A growl of frustration rose in his throat, but he kept it to himself lest he was being spied on.

--

Which he was, six monitors across one of the walls displayed feed from different angles of the cell, so that there could be no chance of Loki finding a blind spot or performing any mischief while he awaited justice once more.

Steve stood up.

He wasn't sure that he was the right person to talk here, a lot of this situation went over his head still. He was an army boy, a simple man from New York, all this talk of Gods and aliens was meant for more philosophically minded men than him. But he knew if he didn't start, then it would likely be Tony, and with much harsher words that would probably only spark an argument. If only to avoid that, for now at least, he took the lead.

"He's awake, then?"

The words sounded foolish even to his own ears. If he weren't awake then Thor would not have left the vigil he had kept since he had landed, to everyone's surprise, carrying his unconscious brother. Or adopted brother. Or traitor to Asgard. It was hard to keep track.