Alone

Loki liked being alone sometimes. Being alone. Not feeling alone. Feeling alone was something else entirely. Feeling alone was...well, it was lonely, what else? But being both alone, and feeling alone simultaneously. That was...well that was simply the worst. Loki had played a prank, it was just a joke...just a joke...but his family didn't think so...he hadn't meant for Lady Sif to be hurt by it. But apparently cutting off someone's hair wasn't funny. He was going to put it back by magic, if only Lady Sif would let him! Alas, she would not go anywhere near him, so his mother had magicked it back. Now, no one was talking to him. He was utterly alone, locked up in his bedroom for an unforeseeable length of time. He sighed, and threw the book he had been flicking through at the wall. This was torture. Being ignored by one's own family. Loki just wanted to talk to someone, someone who wan't his own clone. Was that too much to ask? Just some companionship! It had been three weeks since anyone had breathed so much as a word to him. He sighed again. Hopefully they would soon forgive him.