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Hey! So, this is something new for me. English is not my mother tongue, so there may be mistakes and weird things. Either way, I'm open to any suggestions and corrections, or if there's any Beta Reader who wants to help me, I'd appreciate it (a lot).

The story has a plot but I can include your requests.

Enjoy the reading as I enjoyed the writing!

Loki sighed. He was bored. Greatly bored. He toyed with the food on his plate, without actually eating it. He was all too aware of the look of the infamous Natasha Romanoff behind the mirrored glass. No one knew he could see through the glass.

Every day, for at least an hour, she stood there to watch. Then she wrote a report and gave it to Nick Fury, who took it Valhalla knows where.

What she wrote in the report, he couldn't tell. He was careful not to make any suspicious movement, nothing to indicate that he could still handle half of his magic. Oh yes, he could escape that Midgardian prison in no time. But he didn't want to. He had been SHIELD's perfect prisoner for the past two years.

Ever since Thor realized that it was him and not Odin who was sitting on the throne of Asgard. Two years isolated in that stupid glass box.

As bored as when he was infact ruling over Asgard. Satisfaction wasn't in his nature. He had said that once upon a time.

His days were exactly the same. In the morning all the lights came on suddenly and he usually spent the "daylight" hours sitting, lost in thought or reading. The food appeared three times, brought in by different SHIELD agents each time. At night all the lights went out. It was then that the nightmares started.

Only the concealment spell he had placed in his cell and was activated in the dark prevented the surveillance cameras to record his jerky movements, his cries and his awakening. He was awake almost the entire night, eyes wide open in the absolute darkness surrounding him, scared to death of the nightmares. Nightmares that had been his reality in the past. When Thor finally realized his lie, he returned to Asgard, rescued his father, stopped him, and delivered him to SHIELD.

Loki should have killed Odin.

He should have killed Thor too, but he chose to trust him never coming to Asgard again. Same mistake, twice. Unforgivable.

Natasha Romanoff was not the only one who watched him wasting his time in that cell. Almost all the "Avengers" had been there at some point.

Thor, however, had not.

Neither Dr. Banner.

Stark had appeared once, accompanied by a mortal who apparently was his partner, and she was the one who did all the surveillance.

Agent Barton watched him three times a week.

Suddenly the cold voice of Romanoff snapped him out of his thoughts. He could not help moving his eyes towards the voice, staring straight at her through the glass. "You have a visitor, Odinson." Natasha smiled with superiority, realizing that he was watching. Loki looked at the door and pressed his lips. Odinson. That was not his name. Never was. The door opened and Loki raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Four people entered the room.

"Loki. We have come to negotiate your freedom." Thor said, his features showing no sign of pity towards him, his voice toneless. After two years he was still the same great "brother" that he tried to equal countless times. Loki could not help but grin. Thor never gave up, not even now, knowing his true origins and having experienced more than once all the damage he could cause. "Freedom." Loki tasted the word in his tongue. He felt nothing. "Freedom does not exist, but go on. I want to know the terms of our potential agreement." He said, smirking. "You help us, we free you. You betray us, you go back to this cell and die here. It may take several years, but eventually you will die and the world will be finally free of you." Snapped Fury. His eye was staring at him in distrust. He was the smart one, then. "What could you need my help with?" Loki asked, suddenly curious. "And what makes you think that I will help you?"

"Well, there's the fact that you have been acting quite nice for the past two years, and the fact that we know you can use magic in here but you haven't, and also the fact that your magic could be used for something good." Answered Thor. "We are giving you the chance to help and mend some past mistakes. We could torture you and kill you, but Fury thinks you could be useful. Take it or leave it." Jane Foster said then, her aggressive tone not matching her tense and fearful posture. Thor was slightly in front of her, ready to protect her against any suspicious movement on Loki's part. Loki didn't answer right away.

"The guy obviously doesn't want to cooperate, can we leave now? I'm cold and I want some coffee." Intervened a fourth voice. Loki jerked his head up at the voice and a young woman held his gaze, completely indifferent.

"Darcy, would you shut up? You've been saying the entire day that you don't want to be here, and we understand, but, we need to negotiate."

"Yeah well, he's not up to any of our offers, and I'm bored…"

"That's enough, agent Lewis." Nick Fury looked at him one more time. "Collaborate with us, and we will free you from this cell in no time. You will learn how to blend yourself on Earth, and you will not have to be here forever, this time without your magic." The silence stretched out between them. Loki was considering it, no matter how he hated himself for doing so. He certainly did not want to spend the rest of his life in there, and Fury was implying that they knew all along he could use his magic to escape. He needed motivation to do things, and they were offering him one. Alright, they wanted him to be the good guy… but he could have some fun at the same time. "See? He's not going to cooperate. Let's get the fuck out of here and I'll buy food for everyone." Agent Lewis said, her tone matter-of-factly.

"That is IT, agent Lewis." Nick Fury was done. Darcy opened her eyes in surprise, they were not patient with her today. Fury looked back at him. "If you say yes, we will give you our protection against any threats, too. I've heard there are lots of…beings outside who want you dead." It was true. Not only Thanos, but a lot of agents, and even some Asgardians wanted him dead. Sif and the Warriors Three, for a start. He could play the good guy game, he had played it before. He was bloody playing it in that moment. His smirk grew wider, turning into a full disturbing smile. Agent Lewis whistled, and then she muttered something about the big mistake they were making trying to make the god of Lies cooperate with something. He directed his smile at her, making her jump in her spot.

"Fine. Free me, and I shall help you." He said, still grinning widely.