Loki still stayed in his spot, unable to move from it as he had hung his head, his eyes closed, ignoring the ache in his muscles and bones from the years he had been imprisoned like he was now. The aches and pains came every once in a few months or so but that was just how it was. He had come to take the time to clear his thoughts so he could try and actually get some somewhat decent sleep. It had been hard to sleep in the position he had been in but he had come to meditating as a better solution to getting the decent rest he needed. Though he was meditating, it was interrupted by the faint echoing of the footsteps. After years of being here, he had come to identifying who was who by their footsteps. He knew it was Finn. But he only came so rarely. He wondered what the man wanted from him this time.