Loki watched through the glass as the Asgardian Guards brought in another creature tammed down in large, heavy chains through the prison halls. The other prisoners in the cells across from his, screamed to be let out. He himslef kept calm and silent, or so that was he appeared. As the guards walked further away, the cries began to weaken, leaving his section of the prison to its some what calm state. Uninterested and bored, Loki turned away from the window that ahd provided his short-lasted entertainment. He strolled slowly over to a small corner table which held several books that Mother had provided for him. He never thanked her for them, he refused to succumb to her so called "kindness". But never the less they were for his use and as of now the mischievous God had nothing better to do than watch the others in their cells whine and moan. He picked up a novel, in which he had already read many times, as the same with the others.
His outer-shell remained quiet and solmn but on the inside his insanity grew larger and larger from being trapped inside this hell-hole for so long. Loki held the book gently with both hands and sat down by his small bed, leaning his back up against the cold hard wall of the cell. He slowly opened the book to the first page and began to read the famillar words. Feeling the hard cover of the book reminded the nice memories of his mother. Loki looked down sadly but forced himself to read to fogret about the death. As he read, his upper lip began to quiver sightly.Tis now, he was beginning to feel more and more psychotic by the moment. His hand started to shake as he attempted to turn the page of his book, trying hard to not crack. As he bit his bottom lip slightly, he took long heavy breaths, trying to calm the rage. The eyes of the other creature in their cells across from his, watched in silence as Lokis behavior unfolded. It was then when a loud chilling scream escaped him as he chucked the Novel at the glass of the cell. The enchanted glass gave off sparks of yellow as the book hit the surface. But as usual the glass remained unbreakable. Loki then burried his face in his trembling hands as he rested his for-head onto his knees. Sorrowful tears fell from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks as he sat there moping over his grief.
