Loki heard his brothers voice and lifted his head. He didn't feel like going anywhere. He used his magic to unlock the door. He was crying and curled up on his bed. Of course Thor and his loud voice would always have to wake him. He wished Thor didn't have to be so loud sometimes. It was rather annoying.

"Come In brother," He muttered, He had a pained look in his eyes. He wasn't sure what was going to become of him without his mother. "Odin?" he spat bitterly. "Find that hard to believe. Thought would have been you, You and mother are the only ones I ever felt that cared in end, and shes gone," he was clenching his fists.
He wanted to kill the ones who had harmed his mother. He was broken and lost. He needed somebody to guide him again. But he wasn't sure Odin would and he wasn't sure if Thor was too busy.

"And let free,? I'll still be watched like a bad dog, I know there's guards outside my room, Its my fault she is dead... If I hadn't," Loki broke down badly in tears.
He felt like a wreck, his hair seemed unkempt. He didn't care anymore. He'd rather be dead, or maybe not, but he did think that sometimes. He felt like he didn't deserve happiness.