#God there'd be so much fucking fur
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zomboyfren · 2 days ago
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Headcanons things I've noticed from observing her very closely
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weremagitara · 5 years ago
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One. Whole. Week.
A full seven days of forced bed rest had Tara going a little stir crazy. She felt fully recovered three days in, but Loki lightly threatened her insisted she stay to ensure her brain and mind had time to cope as well as her body. Sure, she was could get up to use the bathroom and bathe, but Loki wanted her in bed nearly every other minute of the day. Whenever she was out of bed and he returned from a meeting or came to check on her, she'd scramble back to the bed. She had only actually been caught a couple times-- the punishment for which was a stern scolding-- but she had the feeling he knew more then he let on.
She once tried to just take a walk down to one of the gardens for a change of scenery while he was gone, which ended with a guard on either side of her escorting her back to her and Loki's room. He even had gone so far as to have a palace guard stand watch outside their room to make sure she didn't try to leave again. It was like she was on house arrest. Her only solace was that Stag got to come visit and play often, providing a much needed distraction, but it wasn't enough for her.
"This is fucking ridiculous!!" She cried out to the barren room, throwing her fists down into the soft furs that were draped across Loki's bed. She shoved the covers off and threw herself out of the bed only to stand in the middle of the room and stare out the balcony window. She wasn't just bored, she was miserable. Unlike on Earth, there was nothing to distract her from the lonely hours of silence. If she were back on Earth, there'd be T.V. and Netflix and smartphones and music and all sorts of things to keep her occupied while she was supposed to be resting. But here...she could maybe read, but it seemed the palace didn't have a lot of "Midgardian" literature, or at least any that would be for leisure. If she were on Earth...no.
If she were home.
She exasperatedly ran her hands through her hair. God, she missed everything about being on Earth. Her parents probably didn't even know she was alive. What she wouldn't give to see and hug them again, to not be a weremagi, to be normal again. All this time alone with herself, all this time to just sit and think and remember the life she used to have, had made her extremely homesick. She blinked rapidly as a tear slid down her cheek. She tilted her chin down and mumbled into her chest. "I just wanna go home..."
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“You’re okay, Baby. Shh…” Tara leaned back into her pillows to give herself more support, sluggishly stroking Stag’s hair. She wasn’t exactly physically or mentally to be honest ready to deal with a crying child, but she didn’t want Stag to worry any more. She tiredly looked back at Loki, eyes lingering on his face before she let them drift shut. She felt like he was lessening the blow about her appearance. But then again, she did just pull herself out of her own consciousness a few minutes ago, so she probably wasn’t 100% with it right now. Still…she felt a little guilty if she had unknowingly caused any sort of burden to anyone.
Stag’s wails dwindled down to sniffling and small whimpers, but still stayed wrapped around her. “Yeah, there you go. It’s alright, mo-” She froze as she realized she was about to call herself his “mommy.” Her eyes fluttered open to see if he noticed; she had no idea how he would react if she were to call herself his mother, which made her heart ache more for the boy. She didn’t even know why she was going to say that, but she didn’t want to even think about that right now. “I’ve got you… What do you say to Loki for going to get food, huh?”
Stag mumbled something into her shoulder and Tara couldn’t stop a small smirk toying with the corner of her lips. She gently poked him and whispered to him to look at someone when he talks to them. He reluctantly relinquished her neck and turned to find Loki, smearing his hands across his small face to wipe his tears. “Th-thank you King Loki. I’ll watch her while you’re gone.” Her eyes fell closed once more and her grin grew, going back to quietly cuddling the boy.
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her  shift  in  demeanor  had  been  all  too  easy  for  the  god  of  lies  to  detect.          and  not  at  all  difficult  for  him  to  estimate  why  when  her  gaze  towards  the  boy  softens  further  before  him.          its  clear  she’s  the  mothering  type.          and  stag  seemed  to  agree,     judging  by  the  fact  he  wanted  absolutely  NO  space  between  them.          he  was  glad,     however,     that  they  had  at  least  settled  in  bed.          tara  surely  needed  to  rest  and  he  wasn’t  about  to  allow  her  to  do  anything  more.
❛            atta  boy.           ❜               loki  presents  a  seemingly  genuine  smile  despite  the  pressing  urgency  that  threatened  his  period  of  contentment.          it  wouldn’t  be  long  though  and  she’ll  have  rested  enough  to  do  some  physical  training  as  well.          he  had  to  admit  he  was  rather  excited  to  see  her  fullest  capabilities.          but  for  now  he  walks  out  towards  the  kitchens  to  fetch  them  some  dinner.         
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