Loki had spent the better part of a week trying to take over Earth so he could rule it. Of course though, he was caught by those goddamn 'heroes'. Didn't they know he was a god? That he was destined for greatness? That he deserved better than this?! Who did they think they were to treat the glorious Loki of Asgard this way? Not to mention Thor, his brawny, dumbfuck 'brother'. Thor had betrayed Loki several times throughout the years; in his eyes anyhow. He could never have anything for himself, It just had to be Thor's as well.

Those ridiculous heroes decided it was a good idea to lock the trickster god in some circular 'cell' made of high-grade unbreakable glass inside of Stark Tower. It was in the center of an extremely tall room with several catwalks with railings above what seemed like a bottomless pit leading to his cell. They came out from the doors to the room; one on every wall, so four doors. There was also a walkway that wrapped around the cell. He felt like a sitting duck; he couldn't use his powers due to the power-dampening cuffs they'd placed on his wrists so he was defenseless and couldn't entertain himself with his magic. No one ever bothered to visit him and he had absolutely nothing else to do besides pace around the cell, so that was just what he did.

Loki circled around his rather-impressive glass cell for hours, wondering when Thor would take him back to Asgard to be properly punished for all of his treason. It seemed that today was going to go exactly like how the last few weeks had gone; boring and uneventful. That was until he heard one of the doors around the room open and close. It was decently quiet--as if whoever it was had been sneaking in and didn't want to get caught. He'd already memorized the sound of the heroes' footsteps, so he was quite a bit confused when he didn't recognize this person's. He spun around to face the door from which they'd entered the room, only to come face-to-face with a seemingly exceptionally shy human female standing on the catwalk.

He glared at the stranger while he studied her, his head tilted to one side. You seemed to be doing the same to him, minus the glaring. You took a few timid steps his way with a wary look in your eyes, as if you were afraid to get too close to him. "You're aware I am -unfortunately- unable to harm you, yes human?" Loki said suddenly, startling you a bit. He held up his arms and waved them around, attempting to gesture to the high-tech handcuffs around his wrists. "This insufferable contraption stops me from doing so." You didn't reply but gave a subtle nod in acknowledgement. He watched as you took another few tentative steps across the catwalk.

A mischievous grin spread across Loki's face as he observed you. He let out a small laugh, amused by your introversion and curiosity. He wondered to himself if he could manipulate you somehow, perhaps convince you to let him out. He let his hands rest in front of him and introduced himself to you. "You’re in the presence of Loki, the all-powerful god of trickery and lies! Now who might you be, little mortal?” His voice was smooth as silk as he leaned against the glass, looking at you from the other side of it.