||~ Quick pole! If I make an Arrested Development RPG would anyone join?💞 『#Madness』

Caged up once again, Loki walked in circles in his few prison. It hadn't taken time for the Avengers to lock him up in — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— another special cage. His arms crossed behind his back, the god paced along the wall of the prison cell, waiting — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— for his brother mostly, or any visitor who could possibly free him from the horrid cage. That's when Loki finally — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— noticed @FearNotFreedom_ from the bars of his cell. How could he bare the spandex of his suit? Captain America.. He chuckled to himself —

— in his cell, probably looking insane by the looks of it. The Tesseract was now in Thor's hands, With Asgard. Oh — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— how he was going to be punished for this by his father. If he were to be exiled, he hoped it would have been to — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— Jötunheim.. Loki's green eyes watched as @FearNotFreedom_ entered the room to his cell, where he waited to be or liberated, or spoken —

— to. «Come to liberate me, Captain?» He asked almost mockingly, a smirk growing on his brims. [@FearNotFreedom_]

The man was watching him. He had been for a while it seems, at how his demeanour changed when he spoke to him. Not — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— that it really mattered to the god anyways, but it was nice to know he had brought /some/ attention to himself. — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— «Trouble–» The prince laughed, still pacing down his cell, his gave averting towards the captain now. «What is — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— to you? All I did was find an army, and the Tesseract» Loki chuckled again, his gaze descending to the floor of his — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— small cell. «You don't know, do you? If I'm as dangerous as they say I am. Am I?» He asked, a smirk pulling on his — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— features. [@FearNotFreedom_]

«Oh? Well, I do what I want with my army, Captain. I'm not going to take orders from you.» He stayed calm as Loki — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— followed him with his gaze, tilted his head as he noticed his chuckle. «Do I scare you? I should!» At his words — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— both his hands grabbed the bars of the prison cell, his hands and his arms turning blue. He growled as he started to — [@FearNotFreedom_]

— to freeze the bars, but his eyes staying on the other man. [@FearNotFreedom_]