Chapter 2
Loki spent all of five seconds thinking about that meeting before moving on to more important things. Meaning how he was going to get out of there. There didn't look like there was going to be any easy way out. These people weren't fools, so trickery would he difficult. Maybe illusion?
It took him far too long to realize there was someone lurking on the other side of the door. He could just barely see them through the cracks, and nothing more than a shadow. Trained in stealth, but Loki had been trained to spot hidden enemies. And he had to assume this was an enemy. At least, it was highly unlikely they were a friend. Loki wouldn't want one, anyway. Trust led to betrayal.
He stared right at them, letting them know they'd been spotted. They didn't move. They were good, or they just didn't care.
Loki studied the figure. Had Thanos decided to kill Loki after all? Did he have a worse fate in mind? Or was this person lingering out there for reasons of their own?
More out of habit than because he actually cared, Loki subtly glanced around for weapons. The cell was empty, although with enough strength the spikes making up the doors of the cell could be broken off and used as weapons. More Thor's area than his own. He could probably conjure a dagger or two, but he wasn't sure how this place would affect him. He hadn't tried any illusions, either, so he wasn't sure how that would go. The fight, if it came to it, could go very badly for him very easily.
Maybe it wouldn't come to a fight. And maybe, just maybe, this person, while skilled, could be manipulated. Maybe his silver tounge could get him out of this.
Or it could get him dead. Which was also an agreeable option.
Of course, even if he did, he would have to improvise from there. He had huge gaps in his knowledge about his situation. Well, if it came to it, hiding in chaos was a strategy that had served him well before. He could count on it again.
But when he looked up, the figure was gone.