Loki is staring out the window in a less frequented hallway. The sun is hidden behind a thick layer of grey clouds, representing his mood. He misses Asgardian days. He wipes a tear off his face discreetly when a tap on his shoulder - Steve, one of the people who at least pretend to care - breaks him out of his thoughts. Holy Norns, Steve! You startled me!
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