The raven haired god leaned himself against his newest cell. It had been only few hours since they came back to Asgard after his tirade in trying to control the Earth. Now he sat on the cold stone floor, aching and sore from his last encounter with the green beast known as the Hulk. Loki rolled his emerald geen eyes in a annoyed manner, wishing for nothing more than to be far from both planets. "Must I really be put in a box? ...Again..." He grumbled to himself with a childish pout.

"It is for your own good, Brother," Thor approaches, taking in the sight of his beaten brother with a frown. "If it weren't for my input, you'd still be bound to silence."

"Own good...how adorable..." Loki grumbled at the familiar voice but quickly hugging his arm around his still bruised and battered side. The god of mischief gave his adoptive elder brother a cold stare with a sneer to match. "You and your love for those idiotic mortals amaze me. I don't need that pathedic race anyways." Loki growled at the blonde who watched him from the outside of his cell. "Whatever reason you still linger around here for, know this...Your pleads will never get you anywhere when it comes to me brother." He spat, his once soft and loving green eyes only stared at Thor with hate and unbearable anger.

His brows knit tightly in confused disappointment. "This is your home, Loki, and it is not a plea to miss your presence here." The taller man swallows disdainfully, signalling for the guards to come forth. They slip two trays of food from the banquet of his return- not Loki's, they had made that very clear- into the cell. "I bring you food, brother, whether you bear to accept it or not. You must eat to heal properly," he gestures to the prisoner's injured abdomen that appears to obviously giving him trouble.

Tired green eyes flickered away, avoiding Thor's electric blue ones. The Trickster sighed heavily, letting his eyes rest on the food. He darted his eyes again from the walls to the ground, avoiding Thor's by all means possible. He would not show weakness now even though the pain within his heart swelled with each passing moment. It caused him more pain then any of his other injuries, but he would never confess such a thing. He cept himself as strong as he could in his condition, trying not to waver from the ongoing shocks that rattled his thin frame or whimper out with the slightest of movements. "How was your comming home party...Mother and father must be so proud of you...They are well I assume..." Loki mumbled dimmly.

"The celebrations were not the same without you at my side," he admits, gazing off at previous memories of the two during their lifelong victories. After a few moments, he collects his thoughts and voices them, as always. "It is a shame you must be confined here upon return; there were many faces of relief, shaken from their mourning that you still live- mother especially." His mouth thins in a serious line, recalling the acknowledgment of restored peace. "The Tesseract is far from any reach, Loki. Father will not have you released til he is convinced you will not pursue it." Thor states bluntly, voice succumb with regret that soon turns to anger. "Why you did this in the first place is beyond comprehension!"

"I bet the others did not see it the same. They likely forgot I was not even there. Most likely because I was always just a mere shadow...But I am...happy...to ease mothers pain, just alittle." Loki gave a soft smile that soon drem back into a frown. "I care not for that power source Thor. I tried to be your equal and I have failed once again. This was my last chance to ever beat you at something...I give up on myself at ever doing so." The dark haired sibling gave a humorless chuckle. "I did what I had to. My fate led me to a road that was opposite to your own. I merely embraced it extemely. I just got tired of living in your shadow." Loki spat angrily but winced in doing so, feeling the bruises he had agitated with his sudden movements to look at Thor for a better angle. With a growl, Loki laid farther back against the wall he rested on, curling himself into a tight ball with the surpts of pain that jetted across his weakened body. He laid his pale hand on his wound and nursed his still bleeding side. Through his green tattered robes, dark splotches could be seen on both his back and parts of his shoulder oozing dark with blood. The god of mischief cursed all other gods for his powers and use of magic being taken away from within his holding cell. How a healing spell would have done wonders by now. Now he was as weak as a mortal and it drove him up the wall more then the pain did for knowing that. Loki sighed raggedly through labored breath, moving from one injured side to the other, trying to get comfortable in what little way he could. Tired eyes found Thor's after a moment of silence. "...It does not matter...I cannot change what I have done, nor do I regret it..."

"Never have I thought you any less than an equal, brother. I do not ask you to regret the actions of your distress," Thor nods and the guard on this left opens the cell. He slips in, footsteps heavy toward the shattered mess on the cell floor. The gates close behind him with a metallic latch, the low hum of aura pulsing through the cell. The blonde scoops up the two trays and sets them next to his brother, kneeling before his broken frame, examining the damage. He unclasps his red cape from his own shoulders, stretching it out and tearing from it a strip of sheen material before Loki. He frowns, lying the streak across his lap, fixing to remove his brother's vest; pale skin stained with blood from several wounds that were not as bad as they looked. Perhaps for a mortal, but Loki was only temporarily that within confinement. Thor wraps the makeshift bandage twice tightly around the trickster's slender torso, constricting the continuation of hemorrhage. His eyes wander up, catching Loki's, "I only ask that you stay by my side, here in Asgard."

Loki looked at Thor in amazement as his brother tore away at his beloved red cape and began wrapping it around his wounds firmly just enough to hold his bleeding somewhat. He did not however make a move to push him away or shrug off the gesture of help. Loki stayed quiet, squeaking only once as the material was tightened for more pressure. The shocked jet black haired brother watched his sibling with unease and confusion. "You did not need to do that...That was a most prized possesion of yours." Loki murmured after a sort while, pointing at his makeshifted bandages. "Why waste it on me...?" He asked, cocking his head to the side like a curious cat.

He smiles, face still stern with determination. "It is but a cape; another will be made, but what can not be replaced is our bond, which was never a waste." Thor's eyes fall to the scarlet bands encompassing his brother. That will hold for now, he assures himself with a simple nod, eyes returning to meet green. The god's palm rests in a easy grip on Loki's shoulder, patting it once, moving to his neck to give him a familiar clasp of console.

"Thank you." Loki whispered as he looked into his brothers eyes with much greatfulness for the help. His pain seemed to ease with just the kind gesture alone. The love Thor had always held for him was still there, shining without fail in those stormy electric blue irisis. The younger of the two gods couldn't help but let a small weak smile grace his own face. "Apperantly so..." Loki murmured softly, letting a small glimmer of hope flash through his heart. "But you cannot deny that I have been of horrid behavior..." The Tricksters smile died away. "Our bond may never leave us but you know things will never be as they use to...Father will forbid of it the most. I myself would. I do not deserve the title of his son no longer for all the crimes I have commited here and eleswhere..." Loki looked away from his brothers loving gaze, feeling guilt and regret creep into his heart. "There are not enough apologizes I could give to make up for it all..."

Thor swallowed hard, knowing the harsh truth of the words. He gave it a moment, letting the weight of Loki's actions upon the realms keep him grounded. "Fear not," he began. "Father will have a fitting punishment, and we will soon be fighting, victoriously, side by side once more. For now, let us eat. I spared room for your company," he sat back from his kneeling position, hand slipping away from the man's neck. He reaches and sets one of the two full trays into his lap. The thunderous god takes the large chalice of wine from the platter and lifts it up in a modest toast to his sibling, giving him a nod, "to your return home to us, brother."

Loki gave Thor another sliver of a smile, but his true feeling were on his soon to be punishment. Odin would be harsh on him, that would be no suprise. But his true fear would be what affects it would have on his brother, especially if Odin threw out his punishment to be ended with death. Execution would not be throwned out to a king who willingly exhiled his eldest son before on the start of a war. Loki shivered, not at the possibility of death but at the cost of never seeing the only person who ever mattered to him ever again. That person being Thor. His brother was right though, he would spend as much time with Thor as he could, just in case a trial to such extremes came for him soon. With a curt nod, Loki repeated his brothers action, picking up his own drink and clicked their glasses together gently. "And to your acception of me returning, brother."

Thor grins to his brother behind the cup, drinking in the fine asgardian wine. He sets it aside and digs into the second half of his dinner, words lost to the scrumptious assortment of foods laid upon their plates. He enjoys the time he has with Loki, for what lies ahead for his adoptive kin was a punishment only known to their father.

Loki chuckled softly,sipping on his wine and nibbiling much more slowly on his plate then his carnivorus brother was. "Goodness Thor, slow down before you choke. How would it look if the family were to be more disgraced with you dying by simply eating too fast?" Pale lips curved into a palyful smile.

Thor proceeded to cough in laughter, clearing his throat gruffly and swallowing his meal. He thumps the front of his chest, cocking his head with a charming grin. "Such a death will not befall me; I am more suited for the glorious kind, in the heat of battle," he chuckles and grips bone tightly, taking another bite from the fallen beast that had been prepared for them.

Loki stiffled another laughing fit with his hand. "Yes, a warrior's death would suit you far better then one such as the one I commented on. You have to admit though, that would be an amusing story though to tell father if that was so the case. I would bet his reaction face to a death like that would be priceless." Loki stated with an amused giggle.

Thor nodded in agreement, white teeth shining through his laughter. "They would host a banquet in honor of the mighty bird that had thoroughly done in the son of Odin," he shook his head, chewing loudly. "You would better have the orchestra play something suitable to such an occasion, of which I cannot fathom," he grins again, swallowing down his food with the heavy wine.

Loki rolled his eyes with a smirk. "The finest music in all the land for my fallen brother of course." He mock bowed with another chuckle. It felt good to Loki to be able to laugh and joke around with his brother like they use to. It almost felt normal, like nothing had ever come between them. Like as if they could bypass their understandment of things never being the same again just for a short while to relive the past. "Then again," Loki added with a fake pondering expression. "I could get them to play the most embarissing peices for you, just for the halarity of it all." The mischief master winked at his brother with a sly smile.

"I would not put it passed you, brother." Thor nudged him softly with a final chuckle and returned to finish most of his plate. He picks off bits here and there. "Our speaking of birds has brought recognition to your habits; you eat as if you were one yourself. Will you be satiated with the amount I've brought to you?"

Loki smirked. "I am no bird. I simply eat lighter then you, who can finish a whole table down in a minute and a half." Loki chuckled. "I sometimes mistake your muscles for fat. Becareful you do not go too overbored there." The Trickster laughed, patting at his brothers stomach with a smirk. "But yes, I am greatly satisfied with what you brought. Thank you once again. You show me a kindness I do not deserve..."

"Relax. You are my brother, and you will not starve on my watch." Thor nodded earnestly to the darker sibling. "By this ale, your wounds will be mostly healed before dawn. Take any of the rest you can get before then," the god instructed, setting his deserted tray and cup onto the stone of the floor. He retrieves the remainder of his cloak, setting the armor of it heavily upon Loki's shoulders, the royalty of red draping and falling along the contours of his brother's smaller physique. "This will at least keep you warm throughout the night," he nods, both palms clapping on the broaches of the cape to Loki's unhealthily slender collarbone.

Loki huddled himself with a yawn against the warmth that now circulated through his body with the warm tattered cape around him. Loki shivered, drawing himself to lean more heavily against it's soft and warm feeling. "Thank you..." Mumbled the cacconed brother. "It is...very warm indeed." Onyx colored eyelashes bagan to flutter downwards apon his tired gaze. "I only wish I can repay you back somehow, brother..."

Thor nods at the sentiment, smiling faintly. Retrieving his tray and chalice, he exits the cell and gazes upon the slouching form behind the gates as they close once more. "Rest well," He lingers for a moment, then breaks eye contact and strides down the corridor, on his way to speak further with his father, on behalf of Loki unbeknownst to the trickster.

"Farwell Brother..." Loki murmured tiredly, watching Thor leave with blurry green eyes before completely falling asleep, cuddled against his brothers red cloak. He wrapped it around his thin frame like a blanket and let the cape around him draw his to sleep with it's warmth and with the strong scent of his brother, a symble to him of protectivness. With his brother protecting him through his cape, he slepts a peaceful sleep for once in over a year.