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]

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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.]

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Unbelievably dull. I was two steps away from cosplaying you just to fill the void.

[He steps back to make room, gesturing to the apartment.]

Want to come in?

[Cosplaying... cosplaying? Put on a costume and play? Ah...oh, now Loki gets it.]

Well, if you wish to fit in my clothes, you are always most very welcome to borrow them. And do not worry, I frequently wash my clothes. And I do not smell either.

[He tells it as if it is a big secret. When Billy invites him in he nods.]

Sure. A hallway isn't a suitable place for uncomfortable conversations after all.

[Pfft. He's not tall, but he's not that short. Sorry, little!Loki.

His expression shifts to look a little uncomfortable at the last comment - fitting, considering what might be said - but he nods anyway, shutting the door after Loki enters.]

Sorry for acting so weird earlier...

[Loki still thinks about how utterly hilarious it would be if Billy and him would wear the same clothes. Because Loki's outfit practically screams superhero.

When Billy closes the door behind him Loki looks around in the apartment, hoping that it would warm him up a little. But warmth is still lost so he shivers instead.]

Do not worry, you were not okay.

[This is strange...]

My apologies if my demise upset you.

[Definitely strange. And the strangest apology he has ever had to make.]

It wasn't planned, you see?

Planned or not, the death of someone you know is always upsetting. For me, anyway. It doesn't even matter if it's temporary.

[He fidgets uncomfortably, glancing aside. This is hard, harder than he thought it would be.]

Just... knowing you died is bad enough. I don't need to hear about how, or... anything. I don't want to. It's not better. Not for me.

[Loki remembers when friendship still consisted out of the few kind words Leah could spare and the kinship they shared by knowing everything that had happened. And the fact she understood him, above everything.

But here people were genuinely affected by his demise, at least, it looks like that. He wants to tell them he is really back and they should not worry.]

But I am back.

[He tries.]

And I am really fine.

[He watches Billy closely, noticing how uncomfortable he looks. Loki huffs softly. Because honestly, these are things he never had to deal with.]

Do not be sad, yes?

[There's a pause, and then Billy finally cracks a smile. It's okay. It's okay because he's alive and well and able to tell him not to be sad.

It's okay.]

I'm not sad, dummy. I'm happy that you're alive.

[Loki smiles back, rubbing his arms a couple of times to get rid of the chills.]

I am not a dummy. But you are forgiven for calling me that. This is a moment of forgiving and focusing on the magic of friendship instead.

[But still, his voice sounds more tired than chipper and it might not be that convincing as it might sound inside his head.]

[Both the weariness and the cold is hard to miss, so Billy shrugs off Loki's apparent inability to take a joking insult and frowns at him.]

You sound completely wasted. I think the magic of friendship can wait until you've had a chance to rest, okay?

Ah. That is the problem. I am quite unable to sleep due to these chills.

[He moves to lean against the closed door. Apparently Billy is not getting his little joke.]

So I might just stay awake. I have done this before, you see?

[And then there was this...]

You have been infected as well, right?

[Ah... no wonder he keeps rubbing at his arms. Billy frowns, gesturing to lead him further inside, where the fire is burning. He frowns at the subject, but it's better than talking about death, so he'll deal.]

I was, yeah. Teddy, too. We managed to get cured before it was too late, though.

I appreciate the gesture, but that fire is not helping. I am not able to feel warmth. It is either extremely freezing cold or cold but not so really, really bad.

[Yet, he inches closer to the fire, holding a feint hope that it would make him feel at least a little bit warmer.]

Did they manage to find a cure? How awfully late, right?

Seriously late. It was on the last day, and if we hadn't been cured, we'd have all been bombed, apparently.

[He pauses, glancing over worriedly, then reaches out to touch a hand against Loki's, briefly.]

Is that... maybe what they took from you?

Bombed?

[Loki raises his eyebrows, looking a bit shocked. How awful.]

I see. They call upon us to engage in a battle that is out of their control, yet when they find out we are unable to control it either they bomb us just to be safe? With dreaded weapons of mass destruction?

My hands still feels warm.

[He grabs a hold of Billy's hand to prove his point if the other has not been able to notice it earlier.]

See? It feels warm, yes?

[After that he thinks for a moment, remembering Saori's words.]

I believe they did. It is a punishment, you see? For dying.

[Loki notices that it angers him.]

[So he's physically warm, but can't feel it? That has got to suck. Billy's always had crap body temperature but at least the fire or a good cuddle can cure the cold. He hunkers down again, looking unhappy in general with the sudden turn towards awful that Luceti's taken for him recently. And to think it used to be fun and exciting, meeting heroes and fictional people...]

This whole thing... it really sucks. We don't even have a choice of whether to go or not, and they decide to punish us for not meeting unreasonable goals? It makes no sense.

[It does suck. It sucks a great amount of things that could suck and it angers him, actually. And really, Loki is not a very angry person to begin with.]

I am not one for negative thoughts towards others since they are so very tiresome and unnecesary. But this upsets me. The aftermath of all of this is...rather overwhelming and extremely painful.

Not to me...I am fine...

[No he is not, but that is not the point of his speech.]

...but others aren't.

[Billy purses his lips, watching the little god worriedly. He seriously doubts that he's fine, or even remotely close to it, but it sounds like there's more to it than just that.]

Did... something else happen?

[Loki inches closer to the heater and shakes his head. He is not fine and the more everything settles inside of him, the more it gets to him.]

I rather not talk about how I feel. It is not relevant to the story.

Edited (now! with better english!) 2012-12-02 21:43 (UTC)

It doesn't have to be relevant, you know. If you've got a problem, when you need someone to hear you out, that's what friends are for.

[He shrugs his shoulders, ducking his head and leaning against the back of the couch. He's the last person who should be telling someone to share their private worries instead of keeping it to himself, but he's better at dishing out the advice of his psychologist mother instead of following it.]

I'm not going to push you for it. Just know that the offer's there.

[Loki nods.]

I understand that concept. And I also understand that trusting a friend with private matter is very important. It tightens the bond of great friendship, you see?

[Finally he moves to sit in front of the heater, extending his arms.]

I will keep your offer in mind, Billy. Yet, I do not entirely believe that you would trust me with your secrets and worries.

Mm... fair enough.

[Billy scuffs a hand through his hair, feeling half-cornered, so when Loki moves away he just stays put, facing the opposite wall. There's not really many people he'd trust with his own secrets, save a few that he doesn't bother hiding from anyone who might ask (in which case they're not really secrets, are they?), but his secrets... well. With people from his universe, he knows those secrets won't win him any friends. Magneto, Mephisto, the Scarlet Witch-

...lots of secrets. Though it's also true that Loki's the last person who should be pointing fingers about having a relation to villains.

Maybe someday.]

Like I said, no pressure.

[Loki huffs softly when the warmth that should come from the heater doesn't reach him at all.]

Indeed. That makes us friends but not b.f.f.'s. According to the great code of great friendship one gets the status of b.f.f. when a certain bond of trust is established. Friends merely enjoy eachother's company and wit.

[He isn't really expecting from Billy to trust him. For Loki trust will always be a huge issue. The only person he really trusts is Leah, and Leah is not here. He huffs a second time when he realizes he misses her a bit.]

As many people on Midgard say: 'there is a time for everything'.

You sounded like an old man just now.

[Billy chuckles quietly, finally glancing over at Loki. He definitely has something on his mind, but Billy had vowed not to pry, so for the moment he'll leave it alone. Friends don't pry. Good friends prod. Best friends pry all they need.

And that does take time, definitely.]

You want something hot to drink? Maybe it'll work better that way.

[He doubts it, but there's no penalty for trying.]

I did not. I merely bestowed my wisdom about great friendship onto you.

[Loki is hip enough to not use phrases used by old people and he shakes his head to emphasize that.]

Of course. It will not help, but I do prefer hot, sweet drinks that taste like chocolate. And we should discuss the magic lessons I will be following, yes? I wish to know what you want to teach me and in return I shall let you know if I approve of it or not.

[This is a way better subject to talk about than that draft and its horrible aftermath.]

[The fact that you say "hip" is kind of indicative of the old theory, Loki...

He is happy about the shifted topic, though, so he heads over to the kitchenette area just around the corner to set the kettle to boil, raising his voice so Loki can hear him from the fireplace.]

Um... okay, magic lessons... you can't do any magic yet, right? So you need the basics first. I'm no expert, but if you want, we can start today, and I can give you a few exercises to do on your own.

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