O YA THAT'S SO SMOL
When Loki was in his cell he didn't have the power dampening collar around his neck. It wasn't necessary. There was an entire system in place on this particular floor of the DSS to prevent him from using his abilities. But the presence of Julia (finally!) was at least a little bit encouraging that some of those failsafes had indeed, well, failed. But that didn't include his quaint little enclosure. Not yet at least. Which was why he didn't have an elaborate wardrobe change to match her own. Which he absolutely would have done because Loki adored an entrance. So, for the time being, at least until she brought down whatever barrier kept him from decimating the walls around around him, he was stuck in his drab prison DSS coveralls. How dull. How tedious.
Unlike Julia who, despite their history, never ceased to amuse Loki. To impress him. To hold his interest.
And then the crux.
"Ah, there's the rub." Loki grinned. Then he leaned in towards the glass to look at the magical contract she'd constructed. "Deja vu, darling. How many times are we going to parlay like this before you finally agree to trust me?"
He caught her eye then. That mischievous glimmer not unlike a certain goddess's playful gleam.
"How exactly do you expect me to sign it if you don't let me out? Will you accept me on my word? A virtual pinkie swear? Should I cross my heart and hope to die?" Loki flipped his hair over his shoulder. "If it's just a statement you need, then yes. I accept your terms. I always accept your terms. You should know this by now."