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not_a_troll) wrote2012-11-05 08:58 pm
not_a_troll) wrote2012-11-05 08:58 pm
3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]
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[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.]
[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)
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.]
[Written]
Your kindness is very, very appreciated.
I will let you know when I will arrive.
[Written]
[Written -> only to Ben]
[OOC: actiony burger-and-milkshake get together in the kitchen?]
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But when he arrives at the kitchen, seeing all this food and a mug of something warm and very chocolate-looking he smiles broadly. Even though Loki prefers to be wary of every friendly gesture he this touches him. No one has ever done such a thing for him back in Asgard.]
This is of such a most awesome kind.
[Action]
Glad you approve funsize. Have a seat. Eat up.
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It is really tasteful. Like an explosion of taste in my mouth!.
[He spreads his arms to emphasize the explosive part and grins broadly.
Meanwhile Loki realizes that there is a chance on one of those highly uncomfortable conversations about the things that have happened during the draft and he really isn't feeling that right now.
So he pretends to be chipper and carefree. Loki is very good at pretending after all.]
[Action]
[Sheesh. He chowed down like Johnny on a good day. Or him. Jeeze. Ben shakes his head a little at that, half admiring and half surprised by the kid's appetite and enthusiasm.]
Glad ya like it. I do have more ready t'go if you're still hungry when you're done.
[Now for the awkward part. Or. Well. Hell it's probably the last thing he wants to talk about, so Ben chooses to keep it short.]
I'm gonna say this once, alright? You died, that sucked, and if you wanna talk about it? I'm here. If ya don't? No problem.
[Action]
He grabs the hot chocolate and is about to take a sip when Ben mentions his death.
Loki notices he's affected by it but not in a way one would suspect. He is not afraid of death, he is not angry at Saori for finishing him off and the nightmares are rather unpleasant but even those would stop eventually.
But all the care, all the get well wishes, all the hugs, all the attention, pity and all the kindness are overwhelming him.
Especially since gestures like this never had been for him. They had never really cared and if they had to resort to kindness Loki could almost taste the general disgust they felt when they were forced to be around him.]
I died, that is all there can be said, right?
[Action]
[When you die, you died. There wasn't much else, even when you came back. Dealing with it was always harder on those that got left behind. Seemed like he spent more time coping with the way everyone else coped than handling what happened on his own.]
Again. Y'wanna talk about it, or not talk about it, or just be around someone that won't bug ya about it? I'm here. And I'll always keep some food ready for ya.
[Action]
Aye. That is what happens when someone dies. Grief, sadness, mourning, guilt.
[He looks up from his plate, face blank.]
I appreciate your offer, but I do not wish to talk about it. As I stated earlier, there is not much to say.
[Did these people really miss him? The way he misses Thor sometimes?]
[Action]
[Ben gave a shrug and stood, grabbing another plate of burgers for himself. The serious business was brought up and set aside easily enough. No need to keep this heavy. They've got enough to worry about.]
[Action]
[He does. But its good to know Ben believes its done because Loki is quite sure that when he is done eating he has to go to his room to cry for a couple of seconds.
Loki likes to keep his tears to an absolute minimum.]
Others do, though. Quite remarkable.
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[He moves to put a considerable amount of mustard on one of the burgers. And he pulls a face when he notices that mustard is really not that tasteful.]
Gross. Ugh, gross!
[Action]
[Ben slides a burger without any mustard across the table to Loki, trying not to laugh at his disgust.]
Thought ya didn't like mustard.
[Action]
Aye, that is understandable.
[Loki understands that very well. He has been sad over Thor's dead. And sometimes he still is, and sometimes he still misses his brother a lot.
After all, Loki has been the one who staged his death and he has felt very guilty for doing so.
He huffs softly and reaches for an empty glass to fill it with juice. Everything to get rid of the taste of mustard. How Midgardians were able to eat such a thing is beyond him.]
I definitely do not. But I decided to give it a try, because I do not give up on things. Not even on the disgusting taste of mustard.
[Action]
Heh. That's a good attitude t'have. Who knows. One day y'might find a kinda mustard y'like. Yellow stuff can be pretty bitter. Y'ever tried honey mustard?
[Action]
Only time will tell, Ben.
[He reaches for the juice again, noticing he has burned his tongue in the process of eating all those burgers. After taking a couple of sips he looks up again.]
I hope you do not mind that I will disappear into my quarters soon. I can use some well deserved sleep.
[And he definitely feels like crap, at least that is how the Midgardians tend to describe it...]
[Action]
[He stands to start collecting dishes, piling them up for a trip to the kitchen sink. He shifts the bulk of it to one hand and rests the other on Loki's shoulder for a moment.]
Left some extra blankets in there for ya and the heat's cranked up just like I said. You need anyth'n, gimme a holler.
[Action]
The second he turns his back towards the other he can feel tears coming up and he despises crying. Loki does not cry. So he bites his lower lip very hard to prevent his shoulders from shaking or any sob from coming out.
He leaves the kitchen quickly...]
[Action]
Kid- Loki. Look-
[And yeah, he's crying and trying to hide it and that just punches Ben in the gut that he feels like he feels like he has to do that. He doesn't think twice about pulling the kid into a big, orange bear hug.]
It's okay. You're back. It's over. You're fine.
[Action]
And yes, being cared for is a great feeling. Having a multitude of friends is rather amazing. But he still stiffens into the hold, his hands pressed against his own chest, eyes squeezed shut. He is huffing softly, biting his lower lip hard enough to make it painful.]
I am.
[But that is not the thing that is bothering him. And he hates crying and when the first tear runs down his cheek he squirms slightly so he can wipe it away.]
I rather... Can I?
[Action]
Sure kid.
[Action] [thats the saddest Ben-icon I have ever seen ;A;]
I despise crying.
[He huffs softly while rubbing his eyes.]
I shall blame it on fatigue, yes?
[Action] [He is the saddest panda]
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