<div class="floatleft">(http://static.tumblr.com/zn7t1wg/0oLmbwqfk/thor_rain.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thor<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Asgardian/Elder God<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Area 51 Holding Cells<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 6:00 pm.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Carol<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Broken Armor<br/><hr/><br/>Loki. It was<em>always</em>Loki. His brother...if Thor could even stomach to think of the Frost Giant runt as such. Loki was never happy with his lot in life, never grateful for all he'd been given. He was saved from certain death while still a babe, by Odin, who felt sympathy for the infant who could no more control his conception or life than a bird could control it's need to fly. He'd been raised as royalty, with none moreso in all of Asgard save Odin, Frigga, and Thor himself who by virtue of being older was naturally first in line for the throne. Loki's ambitions were infinite though, and no matter what echelon of success or power he reached, he always wanted<em>more</em>.<br/><br/>That damnable wretch! No one had expected the war. It started and escalated so very rapidly. He and the other heroes fought valiantly, but the forces of evil kept growing. Loki, then Green Goblin, then Magneto, The Leader. Even the Hulks were lulled into the trickster's hands. Thor knew Hulk and he knew Banner very well; considered both of them friends. And the Hulk he knew would never allow Las Vegas to have become Hulkland as people called it 18 months later. The gamma bomb changed everything, and the battle was quickly shifted toward the side of villainy.<br/><br/>When the battle was lost, he was one of the last to fall, but fall he did. Loki's spells were always trouble for Thor, and this time was no different. Something he had never encountered interfered with his connection to Mjolnir. His hammer fell in battle and he was not able to call it. He continued to fight though with his axe and belt of strength. When he finally knew the battle was lost, he called for a final favor from a good friend.<br/><br/>Heimdall transported his remaining weapons into hiding for when Thor was able to claim them. No point in losing all of his weapons, especially weapons that Loki could actually use. Jarnbjorn and the belt of strength had no such requirement as the mystic hammer, and in Loki's hands they could cause untold damage. Due to his own heritage, things like power dampeners didn't really work. But that's what Loki was for.<br/><br/>His magic was powerful indeed and it was easy enough to weave together several enchantments to keep the God of Thunder weak and unable to gather his strength. For nearly 2 years he'd been held captive along with the other brave heroes and innocents from the battle. Held in bondage, tortured, and taunted by the man who had once claimed to love him as a brother.<em>As</em>his brother. Damnable trickster! Because of him, America was an enemy of the world and there was nothing he could do about it. Today was so far like the others.<br/><br/>It had been relatively quiet though and he'd spent the majority of it in his cell, decorated with illusions of Asgardian fineries that constantly reminded Thor of home, but he couldn't actually touch them. Another way of breaking him. He was near the back, just sitting and pondering when the other inmates started yelling and jeering about a prisoner. Standing up, he took a few steps to see who it was. Lo and behold, it was Carol Danvers. "Odin's beard," he muttered as he laid eyes on someone he had feared the worst for for all these long months. "Carol!"<br/><br/>The guards tried to pull her away, but despite losing her powers like everyone else interred in this hell hole, she was a highly trained fighter and her guards were only human. A mistake on the Hulk's part it seemed. "Release her, you dogs! Face me instead!!" His cries were ignored though, and for good reason. In the next few moments after trying to prove their masculinity, they were embarrassed before they were killed in a flurry of rage filled movement. He stood and watched her search the bodies for a key.<br/><br/>She found it and freed herself from her cuffs, then opened the door to his cell and just stood there looking at him for a few moments before demanding he tell her something only he would know. He hadn't told anyone this secret but Carol, and they both knew that. "After I was resurrected, Donald Blake, the human persona created by my father to learn humility...he gained a life of his own. Now he lives with the weight that his entire existence was a lie. He wasn't real before we were separated."