The Dark Assassin | Thor: The Dark World [2]

Chapter 7

Two weeks. It's been two weeks. Two weeks since either of us has said a word. Two weeks since the argument. Two weeks since I lost my cool.

I walked in circles around my cell, my footsteps echoing softly through the dungeon. I knew Loki would rather fall off the BiFrost than apologise, so I had to do it myself.

I paused in my pacing, facing his cell, though had my head down.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, spinning around to face me.

"I'm sorry for what I said. It's just...family's a sensitive topic for me and hearing you talk like that...it made me not think straight," I admitted.

"...I'm sorry too," it sounded like it physically hurt him to say that. "I know family is a sensitive topic, and I said it anyway,"

"You think maybe we could have conversations again?" I asked tentatively.

"If you say so," I could feel him roll his eyes.

"Come on, don't act like you don't enjoy them. You start most of them, after all,"

"That...is true," I smirked to myself, before turning to watch the guard as he approached, carrying trays of food. He pushed one into my cell, and I walked over to it, my hands clasped behind my back. I inspected it closely, before determining there was no poison in it and sat down with my legs crossed. I ate slowly, the rich flavor filling my senses. I could feel saliva flooding my mouth, craving more.

But I paced myself. I was weaker, malnourished. If I ate too fast, I would be seeing my meal again. After a few bites, I felt extremely full, almost as if I would burst it I took another bite. Another guard came around, collecting the trays, giving me a questioning glance when he saw mine was mostly full.

I shrugged at him, and he walked away. "Why didn't you finish your meal?" He asked.

"I'm full," I shrugged.

"You hardly ate anything," he pointed out.

"Ever heard of malnourishment?" I was definitely more snippy than I would be on a full stomach.

"You get food every day, and reject it most of the time,"

"Well, sorry I don't want to be poisoned," Yeah, I was definitely snippy.

"Poison?" He questioned.

"I have been receiving poison in my food for 544 days,"

"And how long have you been down here?"

"744 days, or 2 years and 2 weeks,"

He must've assumed I knew because of my wall marks. I got up, adding another one.

"You've only been down here for 487 days, or 1 year, 4 months, 1 week, and 3 days,"

"And you know this because?"

"You arrived on my 257th day of imprisonment," I informed him.

"Why bother keeping track?" He asked.

"I do believe we've already covered that subject,"

"Oh, right. Hope,"

"Hope is a powerful thing, Laufeyson. It's the only thing stronger than fear,"