Loki laid patiently in his cell, his mind brainstorming ideas for an escape. He tossed the cup up and down as if the action would make him concentrate even more.

"Are these chains really necessary? I think I've more than proven myself to be an ally," he complained as he fiddled with the chains around his wrists.

"My own brother doesn't trust me and let's me stay tied up," he said with a bitter smile on his face.