cape_kore | 001 | Awkward Video

[He recognizes this place for what it is, at least: a lab. Between the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier and the temporary facility that had been built up around Mjolnir in New Mexico, he's seen enough of sterile environments like these to know what they are and what they're for, though he's mildly confused about the contents of this particular lab. The camera is jostled as he fumbles with the device bearing it, giving a blurry and crooked shot of the plans, both foreign and familiar, that fill the hydroponics lab.]

These runes...

[The camera is pointed at the floor as he leans in to examine one of the nearest plantbeds, where Nordic runes have been etched. It's held steady long enough to give the viewer a clear shot of his boots.]

Health and prosperity. Someone has cared for these.

[His voice is low, uncertain; the familiar etchings aren't enough to assuage the anger he feels at being dropped, somehow, into some unknown facility against his will. No mortal prison has ever been able to contain him for long, and this, he is certain, will be no different.

He turns the camera back on himself, but clearly lacks understanding of exactly how it works, as it's not only upside-down, but also zoomed in so close that all it projects is an extreme close-up of his right eye.]

I wish to know who dares to toy with me! Whatever game is being played here, I do not find it to be funny.

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[Despite the severity of the situation, he has to smile. Clearly, she does not understand the full gravity of whom she speaks to.]

I assure you, I would not be in much danger regardless.

[There are few who can fell him, and though he is not as boastful as he was before his exile, some of the old Thor still remains. He has changed, but not lost himself.]

These walls cannot contain me for long. No prison can.

[If it talks like an Aesir, swaggers cockily like an Aesir...

Meja swallows a chuckle, but a small grin cracks through her bemused expression. Apparently Aesir are the same in other worlds. What an odd comfort that is.]

I hope that's true. The sooner those get out who need to, the better.

[No shame in being hopeful that maybe the Prince of Asgard can bring something new to the table, right? Besides yelling?]

Generalløytnant Meja, Lightforged of Midgard, at your service.

Victory is assured.

[He'll have it no other way.]

Our captors know not who they tangle with. I will show them how very grave this mistake of theirs has been.

[That confidence, of course, means the fall will only be harder when he is met with failure -- but for now, that doesn't seem to be an option. Not much.]

Lady Meja. Though the circumstances are not favorable, it is an honor.

[She chuckles. It's a commendable attitude, really. Who knew she'd get homesick about Aesir? If you ask an Aesir, there's nothing they can't do. For all it's realistic, at least they don't like giving up.]

Thank you. Until such a time, there should be a room somewhere with your name on it.

[So maybe they do know who they're tangling with.]

[He wrinkles his nose, as if to turn it up at the captors in question.]

They have the stones to play at hospitality. I wonder if perhaps they think they may fool one of their prisoners with such.

[He highly doubts it.]

Are you certain you do not mean jail cell, my lady?

If you like. It's a comfortable jail cell, if that makes any difference for you. [Meja smiles wryly, suspecting that it won't.] There are many others here with us, and some have been here far longer. Comfort can be a sly trick, but it's better than sleeping on the floor.

Comfortable or otherwise, we are still captives.

[And that does not sit well with him. After all, no matter how comfortable they'd made Loki's cell beneath his father's palace, there was no denying what it was. A cage, a box meant to hold something dangerous and lock it away, deny freedom.]

Is there anything more you can tell me of this place?

[Even a pretty cell is just a cell. She'd imagined he'd think so.]

There might be some familiar faces here for you, but the people here are from every corner of the known and unknown. You're likely to run into things you haven't heard of before.

A common theme as of late.

[His exile to Midgard being the first incident that comes to mind.]

Perhaps you will clarify things for me, should the need arise?

[Meja inclines her head, smiling.]

If I am capable, my lord, I will try my best.

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