Loki snorted. “What would you know about that anyway?”
He was barely aware there was food. Oh, he could see it, and he could hear everyone eating it as if they were going to starve in the next half hour if they didn't shove as much as possible in their mouths at this very moment. But Loki couldn't really smell it. All the savory meats and sides and all he could smell was the memory in his mind of her -the lingering memory of what she had smelled like.
Even though he had told her that she would do better with another and had wanted her to take that advice, he didn't really want her to take that advice and now... and now he was watching it unfold and it was making him sick. Physically so. His stomach churned. Loki wanted no part of the feast other than the alcohol. “I'm not hungry.”