Richard Wainwright (![]() ![]() @ 2011-11-13 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | jormungandr, loki |
We'll Get Together Then, Son
Who: Richard/Loki and Adam/Jormungandr
What: Family reunion times!
When: Backdated to October 31, around 4:00 in the afternoon
Where: Fifth floor hallway of the Pax
Warnings: None
The door marked 508 swung closed behind Loki with a crack. Everything in that room did something. It was almost too much to take in. The boxes hummed and whirred, the furniture grew hot, the pantry grew cold. He had been exploring the room and experimenting with Thor for hours, now, and he was not much closer to understanding the things they had found. Under his confusion (Why would anyone want a box filled with language?)was the bitter certainty that it all should make sense. Richard, certainly, would know what the hard books with metal discs inside them were meant for. The fact that Loki did not was an irritant, and one that he would not accept any longer. From the sound of things, Thor would be preoccupied in his examination of bubbles and heated water for quite a while. It had seemed the perfect opportunity to take a moment alone to try and make some sense of things. Preferably in a place where the decorations did not shriek music at him.
There was also the issue of his health to consider. It had not been as noticeable at first, but as the day had progressed he had begun to feel his body react to his ongoing presence, and not in a way that was at all favorable. The nausea was manageable, the moments of vertigo easily explained, but the headache was becoming a problem. Now, safely out of Thor's sight, he leaned heavily against the wall of the hallway, resting his forehead against the cool plaster. It burned and throbbed, until Loki could only close his eyes against the pain and try to will it away. In all likelihood, he assured himself, it was just a side effect of his presence, not a sign of any great danger. After a time it might become more than a distraction, true, but he was not ready to give up his grasp on this body just yet. If he would even be able to. How this worked was still unclear to him. Which brought him back to his first point. This needed to make sense.
When he heard movement in the hall Loki pulled himself together quickly. A moment of weakness in private was one thing. In the presence of others it was unacceptable. His eyes shot open, and he looked around for signs of who might be approaching.