Sleepless [open tag]
Loki slept for some time beside Thor's large form before he snapped awake, tense and silently snarling. The pulsing heartbeat of Midgardian magic surrounded him, somehow comforting in its alien song and he felt himself relax slightly. Then he heard the familiar sound of Thor's breath beside him. He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping blonde, his eyes narrowing slightly. The likeness between this man and the Thor of his memory was shocking, hauntingly so. He quickly shoved aside roiling resentments and anger, acutely reminded that the sins of the Thor he knew were not to be piled upon this relative stranger. Vengeful and full of resentment he might be, but he was hardly one to cast judgement upon others.
His body reminded him, not for the first time, that he required sustenance and he finally was in a position to take time to see to that need. He managed to slide out of the bed, thankful that Thor slept heavily and that he was able to get out of the thunderer's grasp without disturbing his injuries. Once free of the bed he leaned to where he'd lain his shirt, pulling it on with less difficulty than before. It had only been a few hours yet his magic had done much to heal his battered ribs. Once dressed he padded silently on bare feet down the hall. He had no idea where he was going, but he was certain that if he wandered enough he'd either find someone that could tell him where food was stored or he'd find said area on his own. He much preferred the latter situation to the former, but what choices had he?