His wrists are bleeding, by the time they bring Thor to him, torn up in the bonds that they've had to tighten because of his constant struggles. Loki's still struggling, his entire body, until he hears the door open, and then he slumps abruptly. When he looks up, he does his best to look small, and hurt, and holds out his hands.
"Brother," he starts, and then takes a quick glance at the guard and changes his mind about immediately asking for release. "Come and sit with me," he says instead.
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Date: 2012-08-28 07:46 am (UTC)"Brother," he starts, and then takes a quick glance at the guard and changes his mind about immediately asking for release. "Come and sit with me," he says instead.