not_a_troll | 3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]

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3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]

[Action]
[When Loki wakes up the sun is already setting. And he has to admit he feels rather horrible. His feet are cold and his neck feels stiff and sore. He is also not wearing his own clothes, but a black pair of pants and a t shirt to match. They dressed him up in rather boring civvies.
The journal is lying next to him and he grabs it but doesn't open it at all.

First thing he does after getting up is climbing a small tree, trying to sort his thoughts before anyone would spot him, because for some reason they fail to make sense.

Well, knows what he has been doing the past couple of days. There was a draft, undead creatures and he set up traps, met one girl with blue hair and another girl with knives. He got wounded. And that is where everything becomes very blurry.

He might have visited a hospital? Something with books about chess? And there was this vague image of Saori somewhere...and his older self. And blood.

He waits until darkness has settled in completely and the other people in the village are going to their beds. Honestly, Loki is not the most happy 12 year old at this point, and all he wants is to get to his room without being seen. Without having to answer questions or have awkward conversations that would only be a great contribution to that headache that is slowly developing...]

[Written] (the next morning)
Billy! Or anyone who lives on the fifth floor of the fifth apartmentbuilding!
It is of great importance that the system of heating is turned on inside my room.

If one has done so allow me to express my joy with a smiley face :-)

[OOC: Loki got killed during the zombie!event on the 28th, his death penalty is a creepy inability to feel warmth.

He'll stay the night at Saori's place, but feel free to catch him snooping around in backyards.]

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I am not afraid.

[He really isn't. Saori is his bff in training, it would be a blow in the face of the entire concept of friendship if he would be scared at a moment like this.

But he is not up for small talk. Or any conversation.]

I am not in a very talkative mood, Saori.

You don't remember much, do you?

[She steps forward, her voice and posture fairly commanding]

I don't care what sort of mood you're in. You don't have to talk, you just have to come with me, Loki. You've been gone for a week, and you and I need to speak.

[A gentle grip on his shoulder follows, and she notes just how cold he feels.]

I won't let you spend the night alone.

But if I don't have to talk, why should we have to speak?

[Loki moves a hand through his hair. Now what god of lies would he be if he was not even able to lie his way out of this? He looks at her when she places her hand on his shoulder.]

Can we just not talk? I...the people on Midgard have a term for this...ah. Feeling like crap. Yes?

I feel like crap.

No, I'm afraid not. There are things I must say to you. Wrongs I must right and things that I need to explain to you.

[She looks down at him, rubbing his shoulder with her hand]

And you are my bff-in-training. That means I must do my best to make you feel well, and not like crap. It's the solemn duty of a friend to aid a friend in getting rid of that feeling.

So, come and let's get you warmed up.

[Saori is right. Friends would come to eachother's aid. It is what friends do. It is what they did in some films, mostly those for children but still, that did not matter in the long run.]

It won't be a very pleasant story, right?

[He shivers shortly and finally gives a short nod. Being alone tonight probably isn't the best option.]

I wish I could say otherwise, but no, it won't be.

[She gently tugs on his arm, a column of air rising underneath them so they can float towards House 44 undisturbed.]

What do you remember of the draft, Loki?

[Now that they are floating, Loki notices that its even colder up in the air and he moves to rub his arms, aware of the fact that the friction isn't warming him up at all. Like he isn't able to feel himself warm up, it is odd and worrisome.]

Fighting creatures of the undead. Setting up traps.

[He shrugs.]

[With a gesture, Saori makes the wind flow away from him, and off they go]

You don't remember being injured?

Aye. I remember that. I believe it was the bite, yes?

[And a hospital. And this book about chess.]

It was.

[She sighs]

And after that?

You. My older self. And something bloody.

[The look on his face is a tired one.]

My older self might have given me the book about chess... I might have lost my life in the process.

[Loki frowns for a moment.]

I don't think I want to remember any more, Saori.

You don't remember the infection?

[Saori grimaces, her expression drained]

No.

[Even though Loki is developing the headache of a century he slowly notices where she's aiming at.]

But I am sure it happened.

It is like Midgardian films of horror about the undead. A bite, an infection and the slow, painful transformation into one of them.

Oh, Loki.

[As they land, she pulls him into another hug, her eyes distant. Far away...]

I...I'm so sorry.

[Loki shivers into the hold but doesn't pull away. He merely leans against her. His voice sounds a bit muffled when he replies.]

For what?

When you changed...

[She pulls back, but her arms maintain a tight hold on his shoulders.]

I...had to...I had to take your life.

[After Saori said that Loki stares at her for a while. He tries to make up his mind and he figures that anger could be a logical response to this news.

Yet he does not feel angry.

But he is close to crying. And he hates to cry so he starts to chew on his lower lip. A couple of minutes later he replies.]

But I wasn't myself.

[So he did die...]

[Saori's hands fall limply to her sides, and she hangs her head.

She feels that cold feeling again, the deeper instincts trying to claw at the edges of her mind. It doesn't matter they say He's weak. Leave him. This prompts a shake of her head and she reaches out to take his hands once more.]

No...you weren't. But I still killed your...form. I'm the reason you...I'm the reason you're so cold.

[Her hands slip in, knotting her fingers with his]

I'm so sorry.

[Loki notices the way Saori suddenly shakes her head. He is not quite sure what to make of this all and it all results in biting his lower lip even harder now.

He wishes not to dwell on anger or on sadness. He wishes not to cry or be affected.]

I am not angry, Saori.

[To emphasize that he slowly moves to cover Saori's hand with his other hand. After all, it is a most friendship-like gesture.]

See?

[He smiles briefly.]

[She moves in and hugs him once more, glad that he's not angry. She liked the little godling quite a lot, and doesn't want him to be upset with her.]

It gladdens my heart to hear that. I...did not wish to harm you, but...you were not you any longer. I could not bear the sight.

[A slender hand reaches up to stroke his hair as a mother might a child, her long sleeves wrapping him like a blanket. She shuts her eyes, and the nagging voices stop.]

I did what I did to set you to rights, so you could return to me with your mind whole. Because you are my bff, and I wanted you back just the way you are.

[Loki decides to blame it on being tired and extremely cold when the tears start to run down his cheeks. After that comes the realization that hugs like these, where fingers comb through his hair are a thing he really actually needs.

So he doesn't move except for carefully wrapping an arm around her waist. Hugging is most definitely a thing bff's do from time to time, and he makes a note that he should introduce Leah to the act of hugging as well when he would see her again.

Loki isn't answering her, he just utters soft huffs from time to time, just because he really does not want to go and sob.]

[She just stood there and let him stay there, hugging for a long, long time. Her eyes began to dry, and her fingers continued to play with his hair idly. The beat of his heart, steady and rhythmic was enough to pull her back. He was a child, and he needed kindness, else he might eventually grow into his older self. That was not a prospect she thought good, and if she could do nothing else, she'd like to prevent that.

After all, everyone deserved some hugs.

A moment later, Saori breaks the embrace but not the hand contact, and she leads him to the house.]

You're going to stay with me tonight, dear child. I can't leave you alone.

[Loki relaxes. Yes, he is still cold, and his neck is still painfully stiff, but this is exactly the kind of hug people share in movies.

When Saori pulls back he quickly rubs his eyes]

I do not feel the warmth of your hand.

[While he follows Saori to her house he frowns and stares at his hand in hers.]

[She tugs gently, leading him inside and guiding him to the kitchen table.]

Your body temperature is normal, I can feel that. But...

[She stops, her expression pallid]

This world takes something, for a time, when one passes. Perhaps that is what it's taken.

[The frown on his face deepens when he hears that. Punishing people who died from their own experiments? It does not seem fair, and Loki knows fair.

He moves to sit behind the kitchentable, still busy with processing everything that has been told. Now he also notices Saori looks tired and rather pale.]

You should be in bed as well, Saori. As a b.f.f. it is my duty to be overly concerned about your well being.

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