The Prince's Dog #3

I expected the dungeon to be dark, but it was surprising well lit.
And the first prisoner  i saw was Loki. He had his arms folded across his chest as he watched us from his cell. It had only been about a month since he had tried to take over Earth or - as it was also known - Migard.
Everyone had heard that he failed and was not Odin's prisoner.
The front of each cell was clear, but glittered like gold.
Most housed around four prisoners, but some as many as ten. They appeared to be from several different nations and planets. Some I had never seen before.
The guards took us to a couple empty cells and ordered half of the men into one.
They then closed it, by somehow causing a gold sparkly force to appear across the entrance.
The rest of us were herded to the next cell.
I turned to one of the guards. "Kind sir-" I begin, but he cut me off.
 "Get inside, dog!"
 "But you don't know these men. They hate me." I protested.
"Why would I care? Inside." He pointed a sharp spear at me.
I had no choice but to obey. I stalked past the men and sat down in the far corner.
I thought that if I stayed away from the men, maybe they would leave me alone.
The hours passed by slowly. I was almost asleep when I heard them whispering.
 I raised my head to see them looking at me.
One of them, a middle aged man with broad shoulders, started towards me.
"Go away!" I said angrily, but the man continued his approach.
Two more joined him. They were not as large; one had a scar across his face and the other walked with a limp.
"Leave me alone." I said as I rose to my feet.
"We know what you really are." the first one said.
 "Really?" i asked sarcastically. "If you are so sure about that, why don't you announce it to the world?"
"You have harassed us long enough." the one with the scar sneered.
Now I was cornered.
Just then a song that I had heard long ago on Earth came to my mind and with a snarl, I was once again a coyote.
  Never underestimate a girl
She's always got a plan
The world is in her hands
Well, maybe I did'nt have a plan and the world was clearly not in my hands (at least not at that moment), but they should not have underestimated me.