Re: [quicklog: thor and loki, asgard's dungeon]
[What was that fleeting expression? What was that flicker of emotion at Thor's coldness? He had imagined grudging acceptance, perhaps, or pure rage. What a delight that would have been. Not this, though. Not ice and a promise of death that sounded as truthful as it had when their positions had been reversed, when it had been he in the cell and Thor outside it. He had believed him then, that Thor would kill him if betrayed. He believed it now.
A flicker, nothing more. Had the game gone too far, or was he delighted by this unprecedented response? He didn't miss a beat, whatever that second's reaction was, a drop of his guard created by unprecedented surprise. He always did think he would know what came next.
Perhaps it was merely the strangeness of hearing cold rage, not heat. Was that not his demesne?] I am afraid you will need to do the honors. [He smiled, cold and sharp, and extended a hand toward the door. A pair of guards marched up, then, to the bottom of the steps.] See the prisoner out. Make sure he does not stop before the walls of the city.