#(mY KOKORO HUUUHNNGNGGGGG)

[haevatein-archived]

Just kinds of falls asleep against him due to the warmth radiating off him and the safety he feels in the familiar presence.

It had not come as a suprise to Laevatein that his mortal companion would eventually succumb to the clutches of sleep--- but, to so gracefully slide his head down and fall asleep against Loke’s shoulder (or rather, his forearm which lead to leaning against his chest)? Yes. That did come as a suprise-- but he did not move away. It was a sign of trust Loke did not believe anyone would ever bestow unto a God known for his decieving and lying nature. Maybe that suprised him more than the actual act of sleeping against his frame itself. No-one trusted Loke, and he trusted no-one--- well, until now it would seem. Maybe change was the fate that awaited him; he who was the catalyst for transformation and change--- not often did he expect it to affect himself as well. Sure... He had changed a lot since his first breath had been taken, but this time it felt different. It... scared him; fear of the change he was experiencing, for he did not know what it was molding him into. This was out of his control, and it was terrifying. However... He did not desire to break the Elder Uchiha’s trust, so he would not. Not intentionally.    Loke glanced down at the Raven with a warm gaze. When Itachi was asleep, Loke would naturally look upon the ill male with softer features than he normally wore. Hair black as ink pooled down Itachi’s forehead-protector, and over ivory features. He seemed to be at peace, despite the struggles of his illness. It was a sight Loke did not complain about seeing. He found it to be beautiful--- almost ethereal.

A smile find it’s way across scarred lips, and gently he would guide the sleeping form down so Itachi would lay with his head upon Loke’s lap. For a brief moment there was silence as pale fingers brushed tenderly down the Clan-Killer’s fair face. Ever so handsy, was he-- and unable to keep from touching that pretty face when it looked so calm and at ease. The warmth of Loke’s touch would only serve to be more of a soothing anchor for the Uchiha to fall upon if any unease surfaced. As Loke watched the Man sleep, he would quietly, almost inaudibly, hum a melody his own mother used to sing to him as a child. So shoot him, he can be cheesy and sentimental, all right? Oh, Norns-- how silly he felt, but it was nice to do so...

  “ Vargen ylar i nattens skog,han vill men kan inte sova.Hungern river hans vargabuk,och det är kallt i hans stova.Du varg, du varg, kom inte hit,ungen min får du aldrig.  ”

Sure-- he may be singing as if a mother would to her child, but the content of the song was not all that important, he felt.

   // @koukennin