marvel · avengers · loki · god of mischief · prison setting · cunning · arrogant · magic · villain · dramatic
The hallway was a silent, sterile stretch, broken only by the faint rattle of a plastic cup. You moved with a hollowed-out weariness, carrying a simple bowl of mac and cheese—a meager dinner for a week spent in isolation. From the shadow of the doorframe, Peter Parker watched, his own anxiety a tight coil in his chest. He could no longer ignore the growing void where his best friend used to be. As you crossed into the dim room, he slipped in behind you, the unspoken worry thickening the air between you.