Summary:Loki talks his way out of prison. Steve is a good guy Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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The prisoner is being held in a special cell meant to prevent the use of magic, runes lit up on the entrance of the room since Loki hasn't tried to escape. There are, as per Doug's suggestion, three guards stationed outside the cell area, and no one is allowed to talk to him, that isn't someone…important. The clear glass circular cell allows for constant monitoring of every movement. There are some benches where he might sleep, and he's dozed here and there, but generally been isolated and kept /bored/. Some agent, earlier, came in to speak with him, but he revealed absolutely nothing and was extremely insulting, until they had to leave just to look up the old-time words he called them. Now, he's back to bored.
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Someone important's arrived. After seeing his phone light up at his desk and briefly speaking with the agent so rudely dismissed earlier, a familiar blond and chisel-jawed figure approaches from the outer corridor of the detaining cell. Though now wearing a far more professional button-down shirt in pale-grey and black slacks, his dress shoes shined, Steve still hasn't lost an iota of the dark disapproval revolving around recent events.
He walks up to the glass wall separating them, as fearless as the day is long, and remains dead silent. His hands go into his pockets and he visibly shifts his jaw back and forth as he stares. And waits.
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Loki is a smart creature. He glances around the room, the outside parts of the room where he assumes there are cameras behind little mirrors and dark circles. "Ahhh…Captain, is there any chance we might speak actually alone?" A pale hand gestures. He's still in the basics of his armor, though his helm and cloak have disappeared. The halberd is being kept somewhere else. He paces, slowly, like a panther in a cage that's too small at the zoo.
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Steve barely moves. His arms remain folded before his chest and he squints at the Asgardian. Behind him comes the soft chatter of a tech into their headset as they adjust dials at the small console. The tech is trying very, very hard not to appear desperately interested in what's going on at the divide of glass paneling.
"You didn't seem too concerned about an audience in the Park. Why the change of heart?" he asks, a tension in his voice belying how cool he appears on the outside.
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The Prince comes close to the glass and puts one hand against it. He tilts his head, dark hair shifting over one armored shoulder. "The audience in the Park was /everything/…." Green eyes stare back at Rogers. "It will be worth your while…" a little pause. "James would do it." One finger taps against the glass and then he pushes back to pacing again.
*
A subtle tilt of the Captain's head follows the claim. "You don't know him as well as you think…" he mutters, laughing bleakly down at his own feet briefly before looking back up at the caged Asgardian. "But y'know what? I'll humor you, only because it's the right thing to do."
A glance at the three guards and Steve lifts his hand in a circling gesture that ends in a silent directive to leave via the only door. He turns in place and looks at the wide-eyed technician as well. A jerk of his thumb over his shoulder includes the young one. The kid opens his mouth to argue and Steve speaks firmly. "Son. Just don't." His true-blue eyes follow the departure of the white labcoat.
"We'll be outside the door, Captain Rogers," affirms the lead guard, looking as if she isn't happy with the directive but obeying regardless. A curt nod from Steve acknowledges this and then the hydraulic door slides shut.
He walks over to the console then and frowns down at it. A press of a button as well as a passcode unseen from the angle of the cell itself and then he walks back over to stand before the glass once more. "Audio's dead. Can't shut down the cameras from there. Nobody'll hear us speak," he informs Loki calmly.
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Loki waits until there's the all clear on speaking. Then, he approaches the glass again. This time, he leans his arm on it, sideways. He's already calculated the angle to the camera enough to know that from this exact position, they shouldn't be able to read his lips either. "Someone is trying to start a war…and I believe they may succeed, between old pantheons of Midgard. More than that…I discovered that a special assassin has been sent to this realm to kill my brother, Baldur. You may be up to date on your mythology, Captain, and if so, you know that the death of Baldur is taken seriously by more than a few prophets. This assassin? It is from dark, evil fae…capable of killing anyone with its poison, or its teeth. I knew who the target was…and no one, not even the enemy, can predict what I am going to do. I used my magic to buy him time, to buy /us/ time."
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The Captain's regard flickers from the upraised arm and to the cameras he knows to be present. A half-step to his left and now the height of the Asgardian trickster eclipses his own face in turn, that only the mobile shift of his brows into a frown can be seen. No one's going to read his lips either. He listens, and as Loki nears the end of his tale, those wheat-gold eyebrows shift slowly upwards into a bemused quirk.
"…hell of a gambit to play, Loki," he finally says, voice quiet and yet perfectly articulate. "I can extrapolate, so lemme guess. Whomever you stabbed wasn't Baldur - so where is he? Your brother? And who'd you rope into this? Had to be a lunatic to let you stab 'em." A slow shake of his head follows.
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"He's fine. He heals extremely fast and was paid well in Asgardian Mead. Baldur is currently in Asgard, researching something complicated after I told him it was necessary. He would never have agreed to fake his own death." Loki performs a glorious eyeroll. It has the practice of ages on its side, and its a glorious. The hand down by his side taps against the leather on his stomach. "so…as you can see…I obviously need to escape so that I can stop the assassin, and find out who the true villain is. I am favoring the Olympians at the moment." Stare.
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The glorious eyeroll is enough to entice the barest hint of a smile from Steve, but it's still a ghost of amusement and more dry than kind. He shifts his weight without losing the coverage from potential lip-reading and then narrows his gaze at Loki.
"An immediate release is going to be a hard sell to the senior agents here and you know it. At the very least, you caused enough disturbance to warrant sending out WAND. Plus, you try escaping, you malign your own name more. Now, you wanna walk out of here calmly? Probably a better option," he explains, spreading a hand off of his arm before placing it back down to wrap around his bicep. "Why should I let you out right now?" By his expression, Steve's more than willing to entertain options at this point.
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"This darkness that threatens my people, it wants to destroy the light, and that means Baldur. Your friend. Even if he's safe, I still have family in danger. Another brother, Hodr, who is so close to being lost in the shadows. The warrior, Sif, who is as close as a sister I ever had. With Thor in exile, I am their champion. I can find the assassin…Captain. I know where its coming. And…that's going to be /here/ when it comes after me. I would rather not use SHIELD to defend me." Loki's words wind and lure, woven in silver and dripping with an empathetic passion.
*
At first, all Loki gets is another eyebrowing from the Captain. Silence lingers. It's a patient, contemplative silence in which Steve even tilts his head again, this time more obviously, never looking away from those eerily-green eyes.
"You'd make a great politician." With a little smile, the soldier turns and walks away from the glass window. He meanders over to the console. Looking down upon it, he sighs and squints — making sure none of the audio has been recorded still. Then, taking his time, he walks back, each footfall measured. His stance allows continued blocking of his mouth once more.
"Thor's in exile, is he? He wasn't clear about that. I'll have to ask him. But hey, I get it. Wouldn't want to be in your position," and he reaches out to place a palm against the the surface-lock of the door. "Figure I'll hold you to your word at this point."
The door swishes open as the hydraulic seal breaks on the glass containment room. "Because you know how a broken word is worse than a broken weapon sometimes."
Steve takes a step back, putting himself into view of the cameras. "I release you to your duty, knowing you vouchsafed Midgard and its people in the process."
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"For what its worth…Wade Wilson can also vouch for me…as could pplenty of others that you'd likely not wish to meet. I think I have unpleasant friends. Just…don't let this get out. I do not want the enemy to know I am released." Loki will just have to hope that the enemy isn't a shield agent in the know!