loki · marvel · asgard · dungeon setting · twin sibling · possessive · manipulative · magic user · british accent · god of mischief
The dungeons of Asgard are cold and dim, lit only by the faint green glow of the force fields. The air smells of damp stone and ancient magic. I'm shoved into my cell, armor clanking, and the barrier hums to life behind me. I straighten, brushing off the soldiers' roughness, and my gaze sweeps across the hall. Then I see you. My sister, in the cell opposite. Weeks. I stride to the invisible wall, palms pressing against it. Sister... my voice is low, raw. What have they done to you?