not_a_troll | 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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[Loki understands hugs. Really. But he can't help not being used to such things. Definitely when they are of a rather unexpected kind.

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?

[Ben steps back, giving Loki room to move and to breathe. It reminded him a little of Franklin, how Loki hated crying. Looking weak. He can understand it easily enough.]

Sure kid.

[When Ben lets him go he takes a step back, biting his lower lip hard enough to make it hurt.]

I despise crying.

[He huffs softly while rubbing his eyes.]

I shall blame it on fatigue, yes?

Y'had a rough day. You're tired.

[He rests a hand on Loki's shoulder and pulls a napkin from the table before offering it over.]

Happens t'everyone.

Indeed, I am tired.

[That is a very, very good excuse. It is perfectly normal to cry when you are this tired. Because rubbing eyes just isn't cutting it anymore. And Loki does not feel sad or heavy hearted. Not really.

He is tired though, he has spend the night curled up against someone else, hoping for the moment that sleep would take over and it never came.

Loki feels incredibly overwhelmed with everything. All the caring, all the kind words, meals ready for him, people missing him in the most genuine way.

Yes, overwhelmed is very fitting.]

Aye... I guess that is it. It happens to everyone.

...lemme walk ya home.

[It was just down the hall but he'd feel better knowing the Kid was safe in his own place. Leav'n him alone didn't sit right with him- but he didn't think that Loki would appreciate being treated like a human child. Things are probably very different in Asgard.

On the other hand, $#@%, he'd just died. Can't be easy. He'll leave the option open, it's all he can do.]

There are days when even I don't wanna get outta bed, kiddo. Everthy'ns just too bright or too sharp or too much of an effort t'bother.

[Loki rubs his eyes again, doing his best to control his breathing so that he does not sound as if he's sobbing. He's looking forward to his bed but he fears that sleep might not come.

He isn't really protesting when Ben offers to walk him to his room. He swallows a sob away and turns around.]

No, that is just being excruciating lazy, Ben.

[It was a joke, or an attempt to...]

Can ya blame me when the beds are so darn comfortable?

[He can joke back if it makes Loki happy. He can ignore the crying to a degree and walk Loki back down the hall with a warm, rough hand against his back. He's done all he can, made the offers that he could. Outside of sitting with him all night there wasn't much else he could do. And it's not Franklin, for all that Loki reminds him of the kid.]

Day or night, y'need to talk to someone, or you get an idea f'a prank? Give a holler.

[Loki nods.]

They sure are a lot more comfortable than the one I have back home. A soft surface beats a small stack of hay spread out over the ground and a single blanket.

[He is aware of the large hand resting against his back but choses not to make a point of that. When Ben starts talking again Loki looks up and listens while wiping the last traces of tears away.]

This is greatly appreciated, all of this. Everything.

Now there's an endorsement if I ever heard it. 'Better than a barn.' [A faint, albiet forced, chuckle.] Glad y'got something better here. Kids shouldn't sleep on the ground.

[Unless camping was involved- and there was an idea. Something to keep in mind for when the weather wasn't quite so cold. Take the kid camping. He might like it.

Ben rolls this thought around in his head for awhile and offers a faint grin.]

Yer welcome Loki.

[Loki shrugs.]

It is not a very bad thing. I have been used to it.

[He takes a hold of the doorknob of the door that leads to his room and is glad to know that he isn't crying anymore. The confusion stays, though, as well the overwhelming feeling.

He musters a smile.]

I shall be in better spirits tomorrow, yes?

I'll make some more of that warm shaken milk f'ya if you want in the morn'n.

[Hot cocoa, good for what ails ya. At least when it comes to kids that have been through hell.]

Sleep well Loki.

[Loki nods.]

That would be most pleasant.

[He enters his room and nods for a second time.]

I will.

[Hopefully... After those words he softly closes the door and hurries to the bathroom. There is still a lot more crying that needs to be done.]

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