My family, the Avengers ( An Avengers/ Percy Jackson Crossover)

The Dark World Arc : visiting hours

"Odin continues to bring me new friends," Loki watched as new prisoners walked down the hall in shame. Their hands cuffed together and bound to the chain around their waist and the chain around the person in front. "How thoughtful."

"The books I sent," Frigga looks to her son hoping that even though he's confined in a cell, a cell that actually has furniture and more than any prisoner could ever dream of having, he would at least be thankful for all that she provided for him. "Do they not interest you?"

"Is that how I'm to while away eternity, reading?"

"I've done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki."

"Have you? Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor?" He turned from his place at the cell's window. Eyes angrily glaring at the woman who raised him, the woman who became his mother after Odin slaughtered his entire race. "It must be so inconvenient them asking after me day and night."

Frigga frowned at his words. It seems he's not thankful for having a bed in his cell. The cell he built for himself by his own hands and actions. "You know full well it was your actions that brought you here."

"My actions," he scoffed and sat down on one of the few seats he was given. "I was merely giving truth to the lie I had been fed my entire life, that I was born to be a king and my son to be the crown prince of a kingdom that'll never exist because of Odin."

"A king? A true king admits to his faults. What of the lives you took on Earth, the planet your son was born and raised? What will he think of those faults you don't think of as wrong?"

 "A mere handful compared to the number that Odin has taken himself." Loki stood up and walked away from his seat seeing Frigga nearing him.

"Your father--"

"He's not my father!" Something in Loki snapped. He didn't think of that man his father, he was just a warden of the prison he has been locked up in all his life. Always comparing him to Thor, always thinking less of him and forcing him to be the person he never wanted to be. 

"Then am I not your mother?" Frigga folded her arms around herself, hoping the next words that leave his mouth are not what she thinks they are.

"You're not." Loki waves his hands through hers making her mirage in his cell disappear. 

The past year that he's been in this room has felt like an eternity already. Watching as prisoners from all over the nine realms walk in and few of them walking out, where? Loki doesn't know. All he knows is that he hasn't been able to speak with Percy at all since his attack on New York. He made a promise to himself that he would at least write to him while he has the time, but in the year he's been in prison, a quill and parchment are one of the things Loki could never manage to receive.

No amount of bargaining, or trickery, or any of the sort would the ability to speak with his son be granted. Even when he asked politely to his mother a month after he was locked up, she said he couldn't. It was absurd, but it made sense. As a child, Loki always wondered why the prisoners were never able to send letters or even receive them. Odin said to him, "If they sent letters, they speak with their comrades. If they speak with their comrades, they plan attacks. If they plan attacks, they could escape and bring chaos back to more places than the place we apprehended them." It was a stupid law and Loki sadly saw the logic in behind it.

After three hours, to Loki it felt like days, a guard appeared in the corner of his cell's window. "You have a visitor."

"If it's my brother, send him away," Loki closed his eyes laying on the bed he was given. (He was very thankful for the bed but he didn't want to say he was appreciative of it, Thor was the one to give it to him.) "I don't wish to talk with him."