“Oh, of course. I gave you that one.” Summer quit hiding the smile, grinning openly now. “Go on, keep guessing.”
Keep guessing. He was fed up with the games. Loki hid his scowl however, whirling about on his heels to face Summer once more. “I’m tired of the games. Tell me or leave. I don’t wish to be among your presence anymore.”
“Oh, you don’t get to make that choice.” Once again her smile slid from amused to dark, almost a match for Loki’s own wicked smirk. “You forfeited your choices when you brought war to my world and lost.” She swung one foot. “You can stop talking, of course, but I won’t be leaving.”
“… Then why are you here?” That’s all he wanted to know. Why she was here. Odin brought her in, that much he knew, but other than that, there was nothing. He wasn’t willing to be watched; he had been locked up for over a year with no incidents. Why now? In frustration, Loki turned away again. He knew he wouldn’t get the answer. Why would he? He had lost his freedom, because of his own actions.
“I told you, I’m not going to tell you that. You’ll know when you figure it out, and not before.” Summer settled herself more comfortably into the chair, for the first time taking her eyes off the figure of the trickster and examining the contents of his prison.