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

[not_a_troll]

[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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[not_a_troll]

[Loki curls his fingers around the bowl, still not feeling any of the warmth, but hoping it would be enough. He listens to her, aware of a certain giddy, hopeful feeling. After all, for Loki trust was a very important thing.

And Saori's answer is one he has hoped for, but he figures there would be a significant difference between trusting a human being and himself. Still, trust is trust.]

I like my secrets as well.

[The smile on his face is a tired, but warm one.]

Aye. I shall trust you as well. After all, trust needs to come from both sides.

[The smile remains, but his statement is only partially true. From his side, trust comes in small, dosed portions on very rare occasions, spread out over a long time.

But he'll try.]

[windandrain]

It does. If you didn't trust me, then I couldn't trust you.

[She gets a sense from his demeanor and body language that while he does, he probably won't ever fully trust her. And she's fine with that. It's normal, among the gods.]

How is your food, dear?

[not_a_troll]

[Loki shifts in his chair and nods.]

Once again the importance of trust cannot be denied.

[Its partially meant as a joke and he smiles playfully before he looks at his food. The rice was still very busy floating in his cup of soup.]

I do not wish to mock your customs, Saori, yet I am not sure how one is able to consume this soup with these sticks.

Or the rice. I am definitely sure that there has to be a certain...technique for this.

[windandrain]

Well, if you prefer...

[She waves a hand and wind brings him a spoon and fork, because she's a bit lazy. Silly Gaijin gods. ]

There is, but mostly it takes practice. Use these, dear.

[not_a_troll]

[Eating sure goes quicker with a spoon and he starts to scoop the rice from his bowl of soup, knowing very well that that rice probably does not belong in that bowl.]

Something tells me there will be enough time for me to practice.

[Loki huffs again, shuddering for a moment. Its hard to get rid of the cold inside his body.]

And practice I will!

[He finishes the rest of his bowl very quickly.]

[windandrain]

[Saori finishes her food with a few quick gulps and a quiet slurp of soup. She was always always hungry, after all. Magic, and even sustaining the human form she wore was taxing and required constant influx of energy.]

That would be good. Cultural sharing is never a poor thing to do.

[Shaking her head, she smiles tiredly. It had been a trying day.]

Are you tired, little one?

[not_a_troll]

[Loki would be the last one denying that and he nods slowly.]

Aye.

[He smiles as well.]

[windandrain]

Come then, let's get some rest.

[She rises, and her clothing shimmers, changing into a long, fuzzy sleeping gown.]

Tonight I'll keep you warm, even if you can't feel it. And keep any nightmares at bay as best as I am able.

[not_a_troll]

[Loki slides off the chair as well, not being able to change clothes like that but he imagines that the clothes he's wearing now will suffice.

He has never really shared a bed. After all, Loki's bed at Asgard was an uncomfortable stack of hay on the floor and a blanket. And it is exactly as uncomfortable as it sounds. And there is also the very important fact that he is Loki.

But he decides not to make a point of it, he is too tired anyways.

And nightmares...? They probably would come.]

I am sure you will do fine, yes.

[windandrain]

[Silently, Saori lead the child to her room and flopped down on the rather enormous bed and slipped under the covers to keep out the chill. It wasn't that unusual, really, for people to share her bed. She didn't mind.

They were, after all, bffs.]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki crawls in from the other side, a bit unused to this entire thing but too tired to really bother. They were bff's after all.

He still feels cold but sleep kicks in rather quick. The only thing Saori might notice is that he likes to sleep with his head tucked away under the blankets.]