Who: Loki and Eric/Fenrir What: Fenrir comes home after hiding out for almost a week Where: Loki's condo When: Saturday morning, 2am
He'd wanted to go out that night, in fact Loki meant to as soon as he got everyone settled in bed. He wanted to stay in his spot between Jörmundgandr and Frigga, but with all his tossing and turning, he became more worried about waking them, finally getting out of bed to head to the living room and make a place there. He knew he should do it, that Fenrir needed him quite possibly, but he was utterly exhausted, he couldn't begin to lift his head even if it was an emergency. He'd let himself burn at this point, without a single regret.
If it weren't for Iounn's apples, he'd have long burnt out that week. His life had become exhausting, though he didn't regret that it was all for his children. Between lawyers, and the plans to move, and getting everything everyone needed, as well as all the time he spent with them on top of looking for Fenrir, he was beyond the point where his brain was functioning on full strength. He was burning out, he needed some time, even just an evening, to try to put himself back together.
He did perk up, however, when he heard a noise outside his door. Sitting up a bit, he was about to run over to it when he realized he was better off where he was. Smiling a little, he settled back against the couch, pulling his thin blanket over him and closing his eyes. If he knew his son, he would come to him. Or at least close enough.