How long had he been here? A few weeks for sure. When he had first awoken in the cell, he'd fought against the large glass wall. He'd called out to the guards, demanded to know why he was here. It wasn't until he was greeted by the All-Father that he got his explanation. There were words exchanged. Insults thrown back and forth, and a few empty threats Steve had made on his part. In the end none of it really mattered. He was still on Asgard.
The chains were nothing like he'd ever seen before. Probably reinforced with magic. Either way, they didn't break with anything he did. He might have been strong, but somehow these were stronger. The first time Loki had unchained him, he retaliated. He'd thrown punches, kicks, tried slamming into the Asgardian. Despite landing a few blows, he was still knocked down and forced to submit. He was hurt, but it wasn't too bad. The pain didn't last for more than a day or two. Then the chains were back on for days. He tried again when they were off and the results were the same.
Eventually he learned it was easier to submit than to fight; at least until he came up with a plan.
Today he'd been allowed to be by the window. He was used to Brooklyn and it's towering buildings bustling with energy, and DC with its historic landmarks and bustling metropolitan area. This was different. Asgard felt like a large ancient city with alien creatures. Watching it through the window had been interesting. Watching the Asgardians go by and listening to the little snippets of conversation had been all the entertainment he'd had so far.
It was still better than being chained to a wall back in the cell.
"It's fine," He stretched his arms a bit before taking a step back, away from Loki. "I obviously wasn't going anywhere." In a way, he was glad too see the Asgardian. He could finally move and stretch. It was a relieve to finally stretch his arms over his head. On the other hand, he never knew what Loki would want from him every night. He still didn't even know exactly why he was here.
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Date: 2014-07-15 04:27 am (UTC)The chains were nothing like he'd ever seen before. Probably reinforced with magic. Either way, they didn't break with anything he did. He might have been strong, but somehow these were stronger. The first time Loki had unchained him, he retaliated. He'd thrown punches, kicks, tried slamming into the Asgardian. Despite landing a few blows, he was still knocked down and forced to submit. He was hurt, but it wasn't too bad. The pain didn't last for more than a day or two. Then the chains were back on for days. He tried again when they were off and the results were the same.
Eventually he learned it was easier to submit than to fight; at least until he came up with a plan.
Today he'd been allowed to be by the window. He was used to Brooklyn and it's towering buildings bustling with energy, and DC with its historic landmarks and bustling metropolitan area. This was different. Asgard felt like a large ancient city with alien creatures. Watching it through the window had been interesting. Watching the Asgardians go by and listening to the little snippets of conversation had been all the entertainment he'd had so far.
It was still better than being chained to a wall back in the cell.
"It's fine," He stretched his arms a bit before taking a step back, away from Loki. "I obviously wasn't going anywhere." In a way, he was glad too see the Asgardian. He could finally move and stretch. It was a relieve to finally stretch his arms over his head. On the other hand, he never knew what Loki would want from him every night. He still didn't even know exactly why he was here.