#scowering midgard

[weremagitara]

As they breach the courtyard, Tara softly gasps, her face lighting up as she takes in all the bright colors and gaiety of the festival. Since she’s been here, she wasn’t aware of anything like this taking place in the palace. Sure, there were the meals in the dining hall where all the palace nobility dined together and regaled each other with stories, but those didn’t come close to the frivolity before them. Her head swiveled around as she took in all the details, excitement starting replacing her desolate feelings from earlier.

She glanced down as Loki’s large hand covered hers, her thumb reflexively reaching up to stroke his in kind. Tara flashed a smile up to the god and moved half a step closer to him so they didn’t get separated as they made their way through the throng of nobility, respectfully parting to make way for their king. She courteously nodded to acknowledge any greetings that were actually paid to her, whether on purpose or just because they had made eye contact.

Once they arrived at the lush food offerings, awestruck eyes took in the various selections before plucking a large, plump berry with her free hand from a colorful tray of fruit and taking a bite. It was much juicier than she was expecting and she hummed at the vibrant flavor, hastily wiping at her lips before the juice could make a mess.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the women dancing across the way, combined with some of the looks from other nobles they passed, and suddenly felt underdressed. “If I knew we were going to a party, I would’ve dressed nicer.” She murmured and inspected her simple attire, randomly chosen when she changed out of her nightgown. “Why didn’t you ever tell me this was coming up? What all are we celebrating here?”

The weremagi peeked up at the god’s expression, his smile spreading to her and helping her relax more as they approached the courtyards. She chuckled fondly when he mentioned venturing to find desserts. “That is a detour I’d be happy to take. Honestly though… I’ll follow you just about wherever just to be able to walk around. Hey, maybe I’ll finally learn more about where everything is in here.” She gave an honest laugh and looked up at Loki for a moment before turning back to the expansive hallway, taking in the details of the walls and decor. She had no reason to go many places, so she never really explored the expansive palace except for where she frequented and their immediate areas.

As they got closer, she could faintly hear laughter and maybe some music, and started to smell something savory in the air. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly it was, but it was starting to make her mouth water. “So is this to celebrate something, or just to party for the sake of partying?” She questioned curiously, peering ahead to try to spot their destination and see what sort of festivities they would be joining.

[weremagitara]

The weremagi peeked up at the god's expression, his smile spreading to her and helping her relax more as they approached the courtyards. She chuckled fondly when he mentioned venturing to find desserts. "That is a detour I'd be happy to take. Honestly though... I'll follow you just about wherever just to be able to walk around. Hey, maybe I'll finally learn more about where everything is in here." She gave an honest laugh and looked up at Loki for a moment before turning back to the expansive hallway, taking in the details of the walls and decor. She had no reason to go many places, so she never really explored the expansive palace except for where she frequented and their immediate areas.

As they got closer, she could faintly hear laughter and maybe some music, and started to smell something savory in the air. She couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly it was, but it was starting to make her mouth water. "So is this to celebrate something, or just to party for the sake of partying?" She questioned curiously, peering ahead to try to spot their destination and see what sort of festivities they would be joining.

✦  ✧  ✦    𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈

Tara sighed in relief as she was finally granted leave from their shared rooms. She made direct eye contact with the guard who was stationed outside the door while she was on her “house arrest” of sorts, looking like the cat who caught the canary. He rolled his eyes at her expression and she mentally stuck her tongue out at him before facing forward to continue following Loki.

She quietly took in their path down the corridor, relishing the stretch in her leg muscles as they strolled ahead. Loki’s strict bed rest order policy had made her feel a bit stiff, so she was overcompensating a little by over-flexing her ankles and feet every couple of steps just to feel the extra pull in her calves. She was confused though when he didn’t immediately turn towards the palace gardens.

“Oooh…” She couldn’t hide the interest in her voice at the prospect of choosing their destination. She drummed her fingers against his arm, still intertwined with hers, as she briefly weighed the options. The gardens was what was promised, but some kind of event with other people around could be just the pick-me-up she needed to get back to feeling normal. Or as normal as she could, being a completely different species from everyone else on this planet

“Why don’t we try the courtyards? Sounds like it could be fun.” Her tone sounded more like she were asking permission or for his opinion rather than picking one of his offers. “And maybe if we have time, if you’re done with your duties for the day, we could hit up the gardens as well.”

tara’s  mention  of  his  duties  presents  him  a  brief  wave  of  annoyance  given  his  recent  mood.                   with  his  mind  wrapped  around  the  events  to  come,          loki  was  becoming  more  and  more  EXASPERATED  with  them.                    perhaps  he  should  follow  the  young  weremagi  in  her  pursuit  of  truly  enjoyable  leisure.

❛they’ll  likely  have  food.          we  can  enjoy  a  meal  and  stroll  the  gardens.          I  think  today’s  schedule  can  wait.         ❜                   the  god  adorns  a  growing  smile  and  they  continue  on  down  the  majestic  halls.                   many  memories  were  buried  within  the  walls  and  flooring  of  these  walkways,          both  fond  and  not  so.                    while  it  still  deteriorates  over  time  much  like  a  human’s,          the  god’s  memories  take  far  longer  timespans  to  do  so.                    loki  often  cursed  that  fact.                   though  to  himself  he  vowed  not  to  let  ill  thoughts  overtake  what  could  be  a  comfortable  evening.                    ❛          -    although  if  they  lack  anything  SWEET  I  might  take  a  detour  to  the  kitchens.         ❜                    the  suddenly  famished  - at  -  the  -  thought  god  smirked. 

[weremagitara]

Tara sighed in relief as she was finally granted leave from their shared rooms. She made direct eye contact with the guard who was stationed outside the door while she was on her "house arrest" of sorts, looking like the cat who caught the canary. He rolled his eyes at her expression and she mentally stuck her tongue out at him before facing forward to continue following Loki.

She quietly took in their path down the corridor, relishing the stretch in her leg muscles as they strolled ahead. Loki's strict bed rest order policy had made her feel a bit stiff, so she was overcompensating a little by over-flexing her ankles and feet every couple of steps just to feel the extra pull in her calves. She was confused though when he didn't immediately turn towards the palace gardens.

"Oooh..." She couldn't hide the interest in her voice at the prospect of choosing their destination. She drummed her fingers against his arm, still intertwined with hers, as she briefly weighed the options. The gardens was what was promised, but some kind of event with other people around could be just the pick-me-up she needed to get back to feeling normal. Or as normal as she could, being a completely different species from everyone else on this planet

"Why don't we try the courtyards? Sounds like it could be fun." Her tone sounded more like she were asking permission or for his opinion rather than picking one of his offers. "And maybe if we have time, if you're done with your duties for the day, we could hit up the gardens as well."

@weremagitara​

“Loki, I’m fine.” She insisted, but she couldn’t stop her lips from twitching into a smile. She took his hand to let him pull her from her seat next to him, smoothing out some wrinkles from her soft tunic as she stood. “And I have been for, like, three days, but somebody,” she spiked a pointed look at him, “posted guards outside the chamber doors while he was gone so I couldn’t go on this walk by myself. Humans can be more resilient than you think, ya know.” She weaved her arm through his, ready to follow his lead, and gestured in front of her with the other. “And I’m not even a regular human, I’m a weremagi!”

She paused as saying that out loud made her think of her old friends again. She then heard the voice of her own subconscious whispering at her, like when she was trapped in her own mind when they had attempted that mental training last week. Unfortunately, that voice had been very prevalent since then, feeding into her sad memories and ultimately pushing her towards the breakdown she had earlier. Stop…, she thought her herself, we’re not doing this now. I am done feeling like this. Her back straightened out as as once again forced herself to stop thinking negatively.

“Loki, our… your bed chambers are beautiful and this is a lovely place to live, and I’m very thankful that you are sharing them with me. But I swear to god if I don’t get out of these four walls, I am going to lose it… Again.” Her hazel eyes flicked back up to him as she gave their intertwined arms a gentle tug.

loki  laughs  then,     genuinely  humored  by  her  frustration  and  cabin  fever.          he  himself  wasn’t  often  affected  by  it,     as  he  often  relishes  in  his  own  company  especially  in  the  absence  of  others.          though  he  sympathizes  and  knows  that  a  decent  walk  would  likely  do  more  good  than  hurt.                    ❛          well  we  wouldn’t  want  that.         ❜                    he  admits.

bringing  her  along,     he  leads  her  through  the  chamber  doors  and  down  along  the  tile  floor  of  the  palace  corridor.          his  steps  were  even  and  sure,     leading  her  along  and  took  in  a  deep  breath  to  even  his  breathing  comfortably.                    ❛          so  where  would  you  like  to  go ?          I  mentioned  the  garden  earlier.         ❜                    loki  questioned  as  they  reached  a  joining  groin  vault  that  intersected  two  halls.                    ❛          or  there’s  the  courtyards.          there’s  usually  always  something  going  on.         ❜                    the  realm  was  always  so  LIVELY.          sometimes  even  overwhelmingly  so.          but  that  was  normally  what  set  ásgarðr  apart  from  most.

[weremagitara]

"Loki, I'm fine." She insisted, but she couldn't stop her lips from twitching into a smile. She took his hand to let him pull her from her seat next to him, smoothing out some wrinkles from her soft tunic as she stood. "And I have been for, like, three days, but somebody," she spiked a pointed look at him, "posted guards outside the chamber doors while he was gone so I couldn't go on this walk by myself. Humans can be more resilient than you think, ya know." She weaved her arm through his, ready to follow his lead, and gestured in front of her with the other. "And I'm not even a regular human, I'm a weremagi!"

She paused as saying that out loud made her think of her old friends again. She then heard the voice of her own subconscious whispering at her, like when she was trapped in her own mind when they had attempted that mental training last week. Unfortunately, that voice had been very prevalent since then, feeding into her sad memories and ultimately pushing her towards the breakdown she had earlier. Stop..., she thought her herself, we're not doing this now. I am done feeling like this. Her back straightened out as as once again forced herself to stop thinking negatively.

"Loki, our... your bed chambers are beautiful and this is a lovely place to live, and I'm very thankful that you are sharing them with me. But I swear to god if I don't get out of these four walls, I am going to lose it... Again." Her hazel eyes flicked back up to him as she gave their intertwined arms a gentle tug.

@weremagitara​

Tara’s heart and smile fell for a second when he suggested she take the rest of the day to rest. She tightened her grip on his hand so his arm would get yanked back as he moved to push past her to find a seat, trying to stop him from going too far.

“Hey, wait, what about that walk you mentioned earlier?” She sounded a bit disheartened, like the prospect of getting outside was just a dangling carrot, a door about to be slammed in her face. “Please, Loki,” she pleaded, “I’ve been cooped up here by myself all week doing nothing but rest and recover after that mental magic training. I’d really like to get outside for some fresh air and a change of scenery.” She was tired of the loneliness and monotony of resting all day, of only seeing Stag when he came to play or Loki when he was done with his duties for the day.

She thought she remembered him saying something about being able to keep his emotions to himself, but as she looked at his face and into his eyes, she could see he was…tired. She felt she could see a glimpse of the burden he was putting on himself to keep her and his people safe, and perhaps only a fraction of the toll it was taking on him. “Hey,” she said in a more gentle tone, softly tugging his hand again, “you look like you could use a break, too, Lo. Please, just…let’s go for that walk.” She was too preoccupied trying to persuade him to change his mind that she didn’t even register that she used a nickname for him.

❛          I  was  hoping  you’d  forgotten.         ❜               he  chuckled  slightly  with  a  sigh  as  she  insisted  on  the  trip  around  the  palace.               though  he  needed  to  let  go  of  worry  for  now.               focus  on  gaining  their  strength  and  preparing  for  the  uncertain  future.               but  without  a  moment  of  peace  every  now  and  then,     the  weight  of  the  stress  could  become  too  much  for  her  as  well.               loki  just  needed  to  trust  she  would  speak  up  if  she  wasn’t  fit  to  do  something.

her  jest  of  threatening  words  brings  a  familiar  smile  to  his  thin lips.               loki  loved  her  determination  and  pride.               it  was  more  than  admirable.

❛          alright.          on  your  feet  then.          let  us  see  how  steady  you  are.         ❜               stepping  back  from  her,     he  offers  a  hand  to  help  her  stand  properly.               ❛          just  don’t  push  yourself  too  hard.         ❜

[weremagitara]

Tara's heart and smile fell for a second when he suggested she take the rest of the day to rest. She tightened her grip on his hand so his arm would get yanked back as he moved to push past her to find a seat, trying to stop him from going too far.

"Hey, wait, what about that walk you mentioned earlier?" She sounded a bit disheartened, like the prospect of getting outside was just a dangling carrot, a door about to be slammed in her face. "Please, Loki," she pleaded, "I've been cooped up here by myself all week doing nothing but rest and recover after that mental magic training. I'd really like to get outside for some fresh air and a change of scenery." She was tired of the loneliness and monotony of resting all day, of only seeing Stag when he came to play or Loki when he was done with his duties for the day.

She thought she remembered him saying something about being able to keep his emotions to himself, but as she looked at his face and into his eyes, she could see he was...tired. She felt she could see a glimpse of the burden he was putting on himself to keep her and his people safe, and perhaps only a fraction of the toll it was taking on him. "Hey," she said in a more gentle tone, softly tugging his hand again, "you look like you could use a break, too, Lo. Please, just...let's go for that walk." She was too preoccupied trying to persuade him to change his mind that she didn't even register that she used a nickname for him.

                 @weremagitara​

Tara closed her eyes and dropped her head, huffing a tiny laugh through her nose. His words were earnest, and they were almost like a salve on her aching heart; knowing he was here to help her to keep pushing forward was bringing her back to herself. She returned his hand squeeze, looking back up to him with a soft half-smile, her lips pursed almost like she was trying to keep from smiling, but couldn’t hold it.

“I know…thank you.” She paused and looked back down at their hands as she languidly started to sway their hands out between them. “But, ya know…” green-hazel met deep emerald as she tilted her gaze back to his, “that’s not gonna stop me from getting sad, from missing what I used to have.” Her smile flattened ever so slightly as she spoke more seriously. “I’m still gonna miss my old friends…my parents…people who actually like me,” she chuckled that last part, “I’ll still miss my old home. But that’s okay…and I’ll be okay.” It almost like she was reassuring herself instead of Loki at the end there.

She doesn’t know how he did it, or maybe she did it by getting her thoughts off her chest, but she was feeling better. Still a little homesickness lingering in her chest, but instead for feeling sorry, she was feeling more grateful, and more like herself. “Also,” her eyes focused in on his again, a little more fierce than before, “if you ever accuse me of giving up again…” She pulled his hands lightly, forcing him closer and then leaning in so they were more face to face. “I will burn you alive.” Her words were pointed, but there was no threat there as she joked, obvious from the grin that broke out across her lips.

loki  presented  a  light  smile  in  response  to  her  mood  shift.          encouraging  her  with  a  nod  of  acknowledgment.                    ❛          there  you  go.         ❜                    he  praised  and  moved  back  to  sit.          but  while  his  smile  was  evident,      it  faded  as  a  thought  came  to  mind  that  he  was  unsure  of  sharing.          a  surefire  way  to  return  her  life  to  normal.          a  fail  safe.          but  perhaps  she  didn ‘t  need  to  know  of  it  so  soon.          it  could  wait  until  it  was  more  relevant.

❛          why  don’t  you  take  the  evening  to  rest.         ❜                    they  would  need  to  resume  their  routine  soon,    and  to  do  so  she  needed  to  be  sharp  with  her  wits  about  her.

loki  felt  strongly  like  they  were  on  the  receiving  end  of  a  witch  hunt.          their  every  move  being  gauged  and  measured.          he  needed  to  find  the  other  and  he  was  growing  more  and  more  determined  as  time  passed.          the  more  time  they  spent  training,     the  more  time  the  other  has  had  to  plan  an  advance.          loki  himself  had  a  long  night  ahead  of  him.          he  had  strategy  and  defense  tactics  to  prepare.          precautions  needed  to  be  put  into  place  and  he  was  responsible  for  it  ALL.

                             ❛          shall  I  send  for  anything  you  need?         ❜

[weremagitara]

Tara closed her eyes and dropped her head, huffing a tiny laugh through her nose. His words were earnest, and they were almost like a salve on her aching heart; knowing he was here to help her to keep pushing forward was bringing her back to herself. She returned his hand squeeze, looking back up to him with a soft half-smile, her lips pursed almost like she was trying to keep from smiling, but couldn't hold it.

"I know...thank you." She paused and looked back down at their hands as she languidly started to sway their hands out between them. "But, ya know..." green-hazel met deep emerald as she tilted her gaze back to his, "that's not gonna stop me from getting sad, from missing what I used to have." Her smile flattened ever so slightly as she spoke more seriously. "I'm still gonna miss my old friends...my parents...people who actually like me," she chuckled that last part, "I'll still miss my old home. But that's okay...and I'll be okay." It almost like she was reassuring herself instead of Loki at the end there.

She doesn't know how he did it, or maybe she did it by getting her thoughts off her chest, but she was feeling better. Still a little homesickness lingering in her chest, but instead for feeling sorry, she was feeling more grateful, and more like herself. "Also," her eyes focused in on his again, a little more fierce than before, "if you ever accuse me of giving up again..." She pulled his hands lightly, forcing him closer and then leaning in so they were more face to face. "I will burn you alive." Her words were pointed, but there was no threat there as she joked, obvious from the grin that broke out across her lips.

@weremagitara

As his fingers softly brushed her cheek, it felt like a cool breath upon her eyes and her lids fell shut as the puffy and stinging feeling was relieved. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Loki’s smile and couldn’t help but feel her lips upturn slightly. He was trying to make her feel better, even though he didn’t know what was upsetting her. He cared, and that in itself started to melt the heavy, somber feeling that was still lingering deep in her chest. “I…I’m not sure…?” She sighed and looked down to her boots for a minute, contemplating what to tell him. She twisted and reached behind her, pulling the chamber door completely shut and taking a step closer to Loki so she wasn’t in the door frame. After weighing options for a second, she locked eyes with him, feeling almost defeated. “I miss Earth, Loki. I miss my home. I…I’m just not sure if I belong here…” She confessed then looked down again as the faces of her family and friends flashed through her head again, gently rubbing her forearm. God, she hated this feeling…. Aching…alone…feeling sorry for herself… She inhaled calmly through her nose to keep herself from crying again, but her breath caught in her throat. “Gah… dammit, I’m sorry. Let’s,” she cleared her throat and shook her head, “go for that walk, okay?”

she   feels   misplaced.                    it   stirs   a   deep   reflection   within   him   like   an   empty   sheet   of   glass.                    one   that   obliterated   any   will   to   wave   away   concern   or   care.                    it   tore   away   from   him   the   ability   to   distance   and   flee   real   connection.                    loki   wants   to   console.                    unfortunately   it   was   never   a   strong   suit   of   his   outside   of   þórr.                    with   þórr,          loki   knew   him   inside   and   out.                    including   precisely   how   to   differ   the   thunderer’s   attention   from   distress   when   they   were   young.                    however   with   others   it   was   different.                    here   it   felt   foreign.                    but   that   didn’t   stop   him   from   making   an   attempt.                    not   when   he   can   offer   insight   to   some   degree.reaching   up   he   takes   her   hands   in   his   gently.                    small   flashes   of   his   mother’s   comforting   touch   guided   his   actions   and   with   a   light   squeeze   of   tara’s   fingers   the   trickster   god   lowered   and   softened.                    ❛           don’t   get   discouraged.          you   can’t   give   up.          you   musn’t.         ❜                    his   hands   shake   her   own   lightly   for   emphasis   while   he   continues.                    ❛           you’ll   get   through   this.          we   all   will.         ❜

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As his fingers softly brushed her cheek, it felt like a cool breath upon her eyes and her lids fell shut as the puffy and stinging feeling was relieved. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Loki's smile and couldn't help but feel her lips upturn slightly. He was trying to make her feel better, even though he didn't know what was upsetting her. He cared, and that in itself started to melt the heavy, somber feeling that was still lingering deep in her chest.

"I...I'm not sure...?" She sighed and looked down to her boots for a minute, contemplating what to tell him. She twisted and reached behind her, pulling the chamber door completely shut and taking a step closer to Loki so she wasn't in the door frame. After weighing options for a second, she locked eyes with him, feeling almost defeated. "I miss Earth, Loki. I miss my home. I...I'm just not sure if I belong here..." She confessed then looked down again as the faces of her family and friends flashed through her head again, gently rubbing her forearm. God, she hated this feeling....

Aching...alone...feeling sorry for herself...

She inhaled calmly through her nose to keep herself from crying again, but her breath caught in her throat. "Gah... dammit, I'm sorry. Let's," she cleared her throat and shook her head, "go for that walk, okay?"

@weremagitara

Tara walked into their bathroom with the full intent of brushing her hair, but she stopped just to rest her hands on the sink and look at her reflection, leaning onto the surface. Her hair was more unkempt than she thought and her eyes were red and raw from crying. Her gaze floated over to her right shoulder and she stared detest-fully at her scar, even though it was hidden underneath her nightshirt.

Right now, she hated it. This big, stupid, ugly scar was the reason she was here instead of home on Earth, that she was no longer “normal”… no longer fully human. If she didn’t have these powers, there wouldn’t be someone after her, she wouldn’t have gotten self-righteous in the café where she met Loki, she wouldn’t have needed to leave home. She sighed and dropped her head, a few more tears escaping and falling into the sink basin; she was falling down the same spiral she just had before Loki returned. Stop… Loki’s waiting for you… it’s going to be okay.You’ll be okay. She reassured herself, then felt the corner of her mouth tilt upwards. Plus you’re getting to leave, so there’s that.

She pressed her hands to her eyes then dragged them down her face, standing from the sink. She cleaned herself up, but there wasn’t much she could do to look like she hadn’t been crying. She moved to the closet and donned a pair of leather pants and a long maroon tunic with a brown belt. Noticing Loki stepped out into the hall to wait, she walked over and pulled the door open. She wiped her eyes one more time in case she missed any wayward tears and ran her hands down her top, sniffing. “Okay.” She softly offered as she looked up to him.

she   may   have   tried   to   hide   it          (     judging   by   her   freshly   washed   yet   flushed   face     )          but   there   was   visible   pain   in   her   eyes.                    loki   recognized   it   and   took   a   moment   to   pause.                    lifting   a   hand   to   her   cheek,          his   finger  rubs   under   her   eye   gently.                    she’d   indeed   dried   her   tears   but   loki’s   cool   thumb   and   restoration   magick   eased   the   redness   and   swelling   that   reside   there.                    ❛          do   you   wish   to   talk   about   it   .   .   .   ?         ❜                    fear   can’t   be   the   only   thing   that   brought   this   on.                    but   he   also   doesn’t   want   to   push   her   into   being   more   upset.                    ❛          it   might   ease   you   a   bit.         ❜                    following   his   words   loki   smiles   softly.                    hoping   it   to   be   contagious. 

[weremagitara]

Tara's gaze dropped to absently stare at the corner of the rug that lay between her and Loki, wiping away more wetness from her eyes with her knuckles and thumb. She kept her arms tight to her chest, almost like hugging herself, silently worrying her sleeve between her fingertips as she thought. Inside, part of her was rejoicing, elated to finally see something other than the walls of their shared room, but she was still riddled with homesickness.

She started gently rocking herself from side to side, not making a sound except for the occasional sniffle. She didn't react for a few moments as she talked herself up to making a decision. C'mon, this is what you've wanted for days! Why aren't you more excited? Just get outside, what could happen?

After a little while, she gave a tentative nod, and then a couple more, flicking her eyes up to Loki before turning away to get herself freshened up and out of her bedclothes.

@weremagitara​      /     tara

She was still standing in the middle of the room when Loki entered, one arm across her chest supporting the other as she held her head in one hand, her fingers splayed, hiding most of her face. She didn’t bother trying to rush back to the bed and pretend she wasn’t up and about. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t look up, but she could hear the lightness in his voice. She involuntarily sighed a small laugh through her nose and the corner of her lips barely lifted.

After a few beats, she dragged her hand down her face and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, wiping a few tears away in the process. Her red, watery eyes landed on the god as she turned her head towards the door and fully crossed her arms, holding herself tight.

“No,” she softly croaked. There was a shadow of a smile on her face, but it looked about to crumble back to tears any second.

HE  KNEW  THIS  HADN’T  BEEN  EASY  FOR  HER.   maybe   it   because   he   was   such   a   hermit   himself   at   times.            endless   days   of   solitude   spent.            not   always   on   his   own   terms,      but   he’d   grown   used   to   it.            the   serpentine   god   had   even   come   to   prefer   it.              though   it   had   been   foolish   of   him   to   assume   she   would   be   just   as   content   alone   with   her   own   thoughts.

❛        .  .  .  what   do   you   say   we   get   you   some   fresh   air.      ❜                    a   nice   walk   couldn’t   hurt   anything.            and   hopefully   it   would   prove   engaging   enough   to   take   her   mind   to   a   more   serene   place.                    ❛        or   if   you   want   I   could   accompany   you   to   the   training   yards   for   a   casual   sparring  ?      it   may   be   beneficial   to   stretch   your   legs   a   bit.       ❜

[weremagitara]

She was still standing in the middle of the room when Loki entered, one arm across her chest supporting the other as she held her head in one hand, her fingers splayed, hiding most of her face. She didn't bother trying to rush back to the bed and pretend she wasn't up and about. Her eyes were closed and she didn't look up, but she could hear the lightness in his voice. She involuntarily sighed a small laugh through her nose and the corner of her lips barely lifted.

After a few beats, she dragged her hand down her face and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, wiping a few tears away in the process. Her red, watery eyes landed on the god as she turned her head towards the door and fully crossed her arms, holding herself tight.

"No," she softly croaked. There was a shadow of a smile on her face, but it looked about to crumble back to tears any second.

@WEREMAGITARA​    

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…”

LOKI HAD BEEN PASSING BY   the  hall  of  kongelig  where  his  chambers  lie  when  a  nearby  guard  informed  him  that  he  heard  a  yell.           a  bit  of  worry  sparks  in  the  god’s  chest  and  he  immediately  heads  to  check  on  tara.          the  more  time  that  passed  with  her  healing,     the  more  the  anxiety  builds.          the  impending  attack  was  very  likely  to   occur  at  any  given  time  now,     and  loki  was  rather  concerned  with  her  current  lack  of  CONTROL.          he  knew  if  he  could  get  her  to  grasp  the  reigns  of  her  subconscious,     she’d  have  the  ability  to  conduct  herself  magickally  in  ways  she  never  thought  possible.          but  it  would  require  more  training  than  he  felt  there  was  time  for.          he  intended  to  be  certain  she  recovered  as  fast  as  possible.          this  included  constant  bed  rest  and  sessions  of  exposure  to  his  healing  techniques.          he  knew  she  was  likely  annoyed  with  the  routine,     but  he  had  good  reason  for  it.          but  just  incase  this  was  a  cry  of  pain  rather  than  frustration,     loki  thought  it  better  to  investigate.

❛        tara  ?       ❜               he  speaks  into  the  door  as  he  opens  it  after  the  light  knocking  of  two  fingers.          ❛        any  reason  why  the  halls  are  reported  to  echo  with  your  yelling  ?       ❜               the  trickster’s  question  seems  cross,     but  he  offers  a  smile.

[weremagitara]

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..."

♔   ‘   ﾟ   ‣     {      @weremagitara​​.      }

“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.

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.         

[weremagitara]

"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.

@weremagitara​

Her foot no more than dipped below the edge of the bed when she noticed the dim glow of Loki’s fingers as a force pushed her legs back up and the soft blanket crawled up her legs, tucking her in on its own. Her lips pursed and she gave a resigned sigh, but she didn’t have enough in her to fight back. She leaned back into her pillows, loosely folding her arms. “Fine…sure, I don’t ca-”

She was cut off by a short knock on the door before it was slowly pushed open. An older, tan-skinned servant stepped in, holding the hand of a sniveling Stag. “My deepest apologies, my king. I-” As soon as Stag’s eyes landed on Tara, he wiggled and shook his way out of the maid’s grip and ran to the bed, bumping off Loki’s leg in the process and almost tumbling to the floor. He scrambled up the bed and threw himself in her lap, wrapping his small arms tight around her neck and blubbering into her shoulder. Tara, albeit extremely surprised, immediately secured one arm around his back and the other hand gently held the back of his head.

“Oh, c'mere. What’s wrong, buddy?” The boy couldn’t answer, just buried his head further into the crook of her neck.

“He actually went looking for you, Miss, on his own.” The woman piped up, “He got lost trying to find you, I believe. I found the poor thing hiding by a large fire urn, crying his eyes out.”

“Aww… Poor guy. Is it true, you were looking for me?” She soothingly rubbed his back and gave him a kiss on the side of his head. It was almost all she could do; she didn’t have much more strength to help comfort him. He sniffled and pulled back, eyes red and puffy, face wet from tears and snot.

“I-I-I wanted to c-come see you, bec-cause I..you-uh said you didn’t fu-feel good and-and-and…” the boy used his sleeve to wipe his nose as he spoke through his sobs, “I wanted t-to see if you felt better, but th-then I got lost and-nd couldn’t find you and-and…” His little face screwed up and he started crying again, burying his face under her chin.

“It’s okay big guy, I’m right here…” She held him as tight as she could manage to console him and hopefully allow him to start to calm down. It was endearing that he cared for her so much that he wanted to make sure she was okay, but it still broke her heart how scared he was right now. It also made her think of something…she didn’t remember Stag asking that question at all. Of the past week or so, she remembered the terror she felt for the recurring nightmares and the weariness, but nearly everything else was a blur. She looked to Loki, almost guilty and sheepish. “…did I really look that bad the past few days?” Did she look so haggard, so fatigued, that even the young boy took notice and had to see if something was wrong?

at  first  the  words  don’t  come.          his  gaze  fondly,  yet  warily  focuses  on  the  young  boy  as  he  doesn’t  want  anything  stressing  tara  too  much.          but  as  her  eyes  seem  to  brighten,     smile  widens  .  .  .  he  starts  to  think  perhaps  he’d  have  the  opposite  effect.                    ❛        not  bad  necessarily.     more  so     just  out  of  sorts.       ❜                     but  not  for  long.          with  his  help  he  knew  she’d  be  back  on  her  feet  in  no  time  at  all.          just  a  minor  setback,     but  a  setback  none  the  less.          

❛        she’ll  be  fine  soon  little  man.      just  needs  a  rest.       ❜                    speaking  with  a  signature  smile,     loki  lets  his  arms  uncross  and  fall  to  his  sides  as  he  recedes  to  allow  them  a  moment  to  themselves.                    ❛        why  don’t  you  watch  over  her  while  I’m  gone  hmm ?.       ❜                     he  can  easily  tell  Stag  would  be  glued  to  her  side  for  who  knew  how  long.          the  god  just  hoped  he  could  find  a  way  to  utilize  this  time  they  would  have  to  kill.                    ❛        I’ll  bring  us  all  something  to  eat..       ❜                     

[weremagitara]

Her foot no more than dipped below the edge of the bed when she noticed the dim glow of Loki's fingers as a force pushed her legs back up and the soft blanket crawled up her legs, tucking her in on its own. Her lips pursed and she gave a resigned sigh, but she didn't have enough in her to fight back. She leaned back into her pillows, loosely folding her arms. "Fine...sure, I don't ca-"

She was cut off by a short knock on the door before it was slowly pushed open. An older, tan-skinned servant stepped in, holding the hand of a sniveling Stag. "My deepest apologies, my king. I-" As soon as Stag's eyes landed on Tara, he wiggled and shook his way out of the maid's grip and ran to the bed, bumping off Loki's leg in the process and almost tumbling to the floor. He scrambled up the bed and threw himself in her lap, wrapping his small arms tight around her neck and blubbering into her shoulder. Tara, albeit extremely surprised, immediately secured one arm around his back and the other hand gently held the back of his head.

"Oh, c'mere. What's wrong, buddy?" The boy couldn't answer, just buried his head further into the crook of her neck.

"He actually went looking for you, Miss, on his own." The woman piped up, "He got lost trying to find you, I believe. I found the poor thing hiding by a large fire urn, crying his eyes out."

"Aww... Poor guy. Is it true, you were looking for me?" She soothingly rubbed his back and gave him a kiss on the side of his head. It was almost all she could do; she didn't have much more strength to help comfort him. He sniffled and pulled back, eyes red and puffy, face wet from tears and snot.

"I-I-I wanted to c-come see you, bec-cause I..you-uh said you didn't fu-feel good and-and-and..." the boy used his sleeve to wipe his nose as he spoke through his sobs, "I wanted t-to see if you felt better, but th-then I got lost and-nd couldn't find you and-and..." His little face screwed up and he started crying again, burying his face under her chin.

"It's okay big guy, I'm right here..." She held him as tight as she could manage to console him and hopefully allow him to start to calm down. It was endearing that he cared for her so much that he wanted to make sure she was okay, but it still broke her heart how scared he was right now. It also made her think of something...she didn't remember Stag asking that question at all. Of the past week or so, she remembered the terror she felt for the recurring nightmares and the weariness, but nearly everything else was a blur. She looked to Loki, almost guilty and sheepish. "...did I really look that bad the past few days?" Did she look so haggard, so fatigued, that even the young boy took notice and had to see if something was wrong?

@weremagitara​

Tara skeptically pulled the stopper from one of one of the tonics and gave it a tentative sniff; even though it was colored a bright blue, it smelled like burnt grass. Like a child who didn’t want to take their cough medicine, her nose crinkled and she slightly narrowed her eyes at Loki, a small whine crawling from her throat. Her shoulders slumped and she finally knocked back the elixir. It was incredibly bitter and once it was gone, she shook her head trying to get over the taste.

“Blech…” she put the stopper back in and put the empty vial on the bed between them. She opened the other and noticed it had no discernible aroma – she couldn’t decide if that was better or worse – but at least it tasted faintly sweet. A few seconds after both were consumed she started to feel a gentle warmth inside her. First in her stomach, then radiating out to her limbs. The feeling started to fade and she did a bit more invigorated. Though, that just means she felt more like she was exhausted from a long, drawn-out day instead of having no strength or energy whatsoever, and she still looked haggard from the previous lack of sleep.

“As delightful as these were,” the empty vials clinked and rang as she grabbed them both and pushed them back into Loki’s hand, “I am starving, and I want this taste out of my mouth. Can we get something to eat?” She rubbed at her eye and attempted to swing her legs out past Loki so they could go find food together.

                     SHE’S WEARY    this  much  he  wouldn’t  have  to  look  at  her  to  know ,   but  for  some  reason  the  sight  of  her  hand  nearly  trembling  as  she  sips  from  the  vial  .  .  .  it  made  him  increasingly  unsettled .         the  part  that  bothered  him  the  most  was  he  couldn’t  say  WHY .        sure  it  wasn’t  a  great  feeling  to  know  that  she  could  possibly  loose  the  approaching  mental  war  she  faced ,   but  there  was  something  else .        some  other  nagging  feeling  that  made  him  feel  as  if  her  suffering  were  deserved  more  concern  than  any  others .     

as  she  starts  to  move ,   his  reaction  is  nearly  instant .        he  merely  stretches  his  fingers  and  the  tips  of  them  glow  softly .        her  legs  swinging  back  up  of  their  own  accord  and  the  blanket  pulls  over  her  form  firmly .               ❛        ah  ah .    strain  yourself  and  you’ll  undo  everything  those  elixirs  are  trying  to  accomplish .      ❜               while  partly  true ,   another  reason  is  he  doesn’t  want  her  to  risk  anything .               ❛        why  don’t  I  just  bring  something  here  ?       ❜

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Tara skeptically pulled the stopper from one of one of the tonics and gave it a tentative sniff; even though it was colored a bright blue, it smelled like burnt grass. Like a child who didn't want to take their cough medicine, her nose crinkled and she slightly narrowed her eyes at Loki, a small whine crawling from her throat. Her shoulders slumped and she finally knocked back the elixir. It was incredibly bitter and once it was gone, she shook her head trying to get over the taste.

"Blech..." she put the stopper back in and put the empty vial on the bed between them. She opened the other and noticed it had no discernible aroma -- she couldn't decide if that was better or worse -- but at least it tasted faintly sweet. A few seconds after both were consumed she started to feel a gentle warmth inside her. First in her stomach, then radiating out to her limbs. The feeling started to fade and she did a bit more invigorated. Though, that just means she felt more like she was exhausted from a long, drawn-out day instead of having no strength or energy whatsoever, and she still looked haggard from the previous lack of sleep.

"As delightful as these were," the empty vials clinked and rang as she grabbed them both and pushed them back into Loki's hand, "I am starving, and I want this taste out of my mouth. Can we get something to eat?" She rubbed at her eye and attempted to swing her legs out past Loki so they could go find food together.

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She watched Loki leave the room but swore she heard faint clinking behind her. Before she could roll over to look for the source, he flashed back through the main door holding small vials and offered them to her. She pushed herself up so she was sitting upright before she hesitantly took the drinks from him.

“What are they?” She inquired, studying them as closely as she could at the moment. One of them looked thick and one was brightly colored, all with paper labels with runes on them she couldn’t read. She trusted Loki, but she wanted to know what she was doing first.

Her gaze turned serious, almost stern at the prospect of more of this mind training, but her voice almost sounded pleading as she looked up to him. “I…I don’t know if I can do that again. I don’t know what happened and…I’m not sure if I want to.” She pondered briefly that she sounded weak; as soon as something challenging came up, she was ready to close the door and lose the key. Her eyes then softened a step and her eyes flicked to his hand for a second before looking him in the eye. “Look, Loki…I’m not…I don’t know if I can physically do that again. Not now…” Her head dropped a little as she turned her attention back to the potions she was handed.

                   he  makes  certain  she  downs  both  vials  entirely .     knowing  she  would  desperately  need  them  to  relieve  her  mental  exertion .          ❛ ❛       some  custom  elixirs  for  general  pain  and  weariness .      ❜ ❜          he  never  bothered  to  name  them ,   being  that  each  brew  he  produced  was  unique  and  solitary  to  itself .     he  never  made  the  same  potion  twice .     loki  preferred  to  alter  little  bits  of  the  recipes  to  better  fit  the  situation  at  hand .     the  raven  haired  sorcerer  would  have  done  so  here  as  well ,   but  he  knew  she  likely  wanted  a  quicker  relief .     freshly  brewed  elixirs  could  take  an  hour  at  least .

he  doesn’t  blame  her  protesting  but  the  god  knows  just  how  fruitless  it  is .          ❛ ❛       of  course ,   you’ll  rest  for  now .      ❜ ❜          he  agrees  with  a  small  nod .           ❛ ❛       but  we’ll  need  to  strengthen  your  control  over  your  mind .      ❜ ❜          surprisingly  for  once  he  cant  bring  himself  to  lie .     he  wants  her  to  know  what  to  expect .     but  he  was  confident  she  could  do  this .     and  he  was  going  to  guide  and  assist  her  until  she  fully  achieved  the  ability  to  ward  others  from  her  mind .

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She watched Loki leave the room but swore she heard faint clinking behind her. Before she could roll over to look for the source, he flashed back through the main door holding small vials and offered them to her. She pushed herself up so she was sitting upright before she hesitantly took the drinks from him.

"What are they?" She inquired, studying them as closely as she could at the moment. One of them looked thick and one was brightly colored, all with paper labels with runes on them she couldn't read. She trusted Loki, but she wanted to know what she was doing first.

Her gaze turned serious, almost stern at the prospect of more of this mind training, but her voice almost sounded pleading as she looked up to him. "I...I don't know if I can do that again. I don't know what happened and...I'm not sure if I want to." She pondered briefly that she sounded weak; as soon as something challenging came up, she was ready to close the door and lose the key. Her eyes then softened a step and her eyes flicked to his hand for a second before looking him in the eye. "Look, Loki...I'm not...I don't know if I can physically do that again. Not now..." Her head dropped a little as she turned her attention back to the potions she was handed.

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She inhaled deeply before pushing out a sigh. “I’m good…I’m good.” She patted his hand and cracked her eyes back open. She could finally focus enough to see his expression; he looked as though he wanted to say more, but was holding it back. This made her eyebrows dip slightly, wondering what was still bothering him.

“Go. Go do what you need to do. I won’t go anywhere…not that I really have the energy to anyway.” Another small, tired smile touched her lips as she removed her hand from his. She then reached behind her head and arched her back in a stretch, kind of hoping to put a little life back in her muscles.

                              his   features   were   riddled   with   concern,   though   something   else   hides   in   his   eyes   as   well   as   he   turned   to   exit.     before   this,   he’d   questioned   whether   or   not   she’d   be   strong   enough,   willful   enough   to   handle   her   own   protection.     though   after   being   a   witness   to   her   self   triggered   emerson   from   her   subconscious,   he   was   more   than   impressed.     he   was   comforted.     now   knowing   she   was   incredibly   strong.     she   just   needed   to   learn   how   to   direct   it   properly. 

            as   loki   walks   out   the   door   of   her   rooms,   its   as   if   he’s   entering   his   own.     in   a   bit   of   a   rush   to   collect   a   few   alchemic   concoctions   he   kept   on   hand   for   occasions   such   as   this.     after   centuries   of   him   and   his   brother   Þórr   making   frequent   appearances   to   the   infirmary   for   countless   injuries,   the   god   grew   annoyed   with   the   growing   collection   of   deprecating   looks   they   always   received.     deciding   to   confine   himself   to   his   chambers   following   any   ventures   they   sought.     in   this   instance   however,   he   was   more   than   relieved   that   this   habit   had   continued   well   up   to   this   very   moment.     

            the   small   glass   vials   clatter   against   each   other   as   they’re   enclosed   within   his   palm.     having   fetched   them   from   a   high   shelf   alongside   larger   bottles   and   glass   containers   that   held   various   ingredients   and   things   to   brew.     he   makes   a   mental   note   then   to   start   on   a   few   elixirs   later   to   not   only   replace   these … but   prepare   for   what   was   to   come.

                              the   very   next   instant,   he’s   approaching   her   bedside   again.     his   own   rooms   phasing   into   tara’s   as   he   appears   and   presents   the   little   bottles   to   her.          ❛ ❛      you’ll   need   to   drink   these.      ❜ ❜          his   shoulders   are   turned   to   the   side   with   his   head   facing   her.     his   other   hand   rests   on   his   knee   while   pale   fingers   nervously   absentmindedly   fidget   in   anticipation   to   her   response.     ❛ ❛      unfortunately   we   will   need   to   do   this   again.     though   next   time   I’ll   know   what   to   expect.      ❜ ❜

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She inhaled deeply before pushing out a sigh. "I'm good...I'm good." She patted his hand and cracked her eyes back open. She could finally focus enough to see his expression; he looked as though he wanted to say more, but was holding it back. This made her eyebrows dip slightly, wondering what was still bothering him.

"Go. Go do what you need to do. I won't go anywhere...not that I really have the energy to anyway." Another small, tired smile touched her lips as she removed her hand from his. She then reached behind her head and arched her back in a stretch, kind of hoping to put a little life back in her muscles.

@weremagitara​​

With Loki’s magic, all of her pain faded and she even perked up a little bit, but she still felt drained. She finally let her eyes close as she relaxed more into feeling Loki’s magic work across her body. She huffed a small laugh through her nose and gave a small smile. “Guess I didn’t have as much energy to put towards training as I thought…” Her eyes remained closed, but she lifted her hand and rested it gently over one of Loki’s, still cradling her head.

Tara felt heavy and could tell that one good night’s sleep wasn’t going to bring her back from the past two weeks of only a handful of hours of rest. But she also couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened inside her own head; the things she had worked hard to put behind her were now back in the forefront of her mind. Her smile drooped and her brow furrowed minutely.

“I’m not sure if I want to do that again…” Her tone was much more serious and much softer than before, almost like she was talking to herself. She tapped his hand lightly, like a silent plea to not make her go through that again.

HE DOESN’T DISMISS

    her  as  he  can’t  blame  her  in  the  slightest ,   being  a  witness  to  what  she’d  just  endured .    he  couldn’t  help  his  curiosity   &   the  nearly  endless  inquiries  nearly  congesting  his  mind .    they  would  need  to  wait  however ,   as  he  assumed  she  wouldn’t  be  at  all  in  the  mood  for  incessant  questioning .

                  he  remains  relatively  quiet  at  her  own  request .    not  wishing  to  stress  her  even  further  with  the  detestable  truth  that  they  would  indeed  have  to .    he  had  to  be  CERTAIN  she  could  protect  herself .    his  enchantments  were  likely  to  waiver  at  some  point   &   he  wanted  to  be  fully  prepared  for  any  scenario  following  that .

❛ ❛      tell  me  once  the  pain  fades .    I’m  going  to  fetch  a  few  things   &   once  I’m  finished  you’ll  need  to  sleep .      ❜ ❜          likely  for  an  extended  time  he  assumed .

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With Loki's magic, all of her pain faded and she even perked up a little bit, but she still felt drained. She finally let her eyes close as she relaxed more into feeling Loki's magic work across her body. She huffed a small laugh through her nose and gave a small smile. "Guess I didn't have as much energy to put towards training as I thought..." Her eyes remained closed, but she lifted her hand and rested it gently over one of Loki's, still cradling her head.

Tara felt heavy and could tell that one good night's sleep wasn't going to bring her back from the past two weeks of only a handful of hours of rest. But she also couldn't stop thinking about what had happened inside her own head; the things she had worked hard to put behind her were now back in the forefront of her mind. Her smile drooped and her brow furrowed minutely.

"I'm not sure if I want to do that again..." Her tone was much more serious and much softer than before, almost like she was talking to herself. She tapped his hand lightly, like a silent plea to not make her go through that again.

@weremagitara​​

Her ears were ringing her head hurt so much. So when Loki spoke, his voice was muffled, like her ears were stuffed with cotton. She whined in response, just barely understanding him. She tried to focus on the sound of her own breathing as she felt his hands grow slightly warmer and a tingling feeling crept across her scalp.

Slowly, she felt her muscles start to unclench all across her body and she heard her breath start to slow. Eventually all she felt in her skull was a dull, phantom ache and her breathing was down to a slow pant, nearly back to normal. The ringing in her ears subsided, but she hesitated in opening her eyes again lest the pain started again.

After a minute she cautiously cracked her eyes open; her vision was still sort of slow to respond so it was like everything was in slow motion and a little out of focus, and she had to keep blinking to keep her eyes open as she got her bearings. She found Loki’s eyes above her and stared into them until everything became sharp again. She tried to push herself up to sit, but her body was still weary from the weeks of insomnia and her elbow buckled and she fell back to the pillows with a grunt.

“What the fuck was that?” The exhaustion could be heard in her voice from the current mental and lingering physical strain she had endured. She gently thumped the back of her hand against her forehead.

UNSURE QUITE HOW TO ANSWER    he  settles  for  the  best  explanation  he  could  muster .    considering  even  he  himself  wasn’t  completely  certain  just  what  had  interrupted  their  training  session   &   taken  hold  of  her  thoughts .    that  alone  made  him  extremely  nervous  being  that  he  nearly  always  had  complete  control  when  projecting  within  a  person’s  mind .    but  this  .  .  .  it  was  as  if  his  ascendancy  had  been  blinded  along  with  their  sight .    even  so ,   he  didn’t  want  to  let  on  that  he  was  just  as  clueless .    no  point  in  stressing  her  further  when  she  was  clearly  very  disoriented   &   unstable .

❛ ❛      just  stay  still   &   relax .      ❜ ❜          he  instructed  her  as  he  worked  his  tendrils  of  magic  into  her  temples  in  an  attempt  to  sooth  her  likely  pounding  head .    she’d  used  alot  of  energy  to  fight  her  way  back  to  consciousness .    he  knew  it  was  no  small  feat   &   he  had  to  admit ,   he  was  rather  impressed .

❛ ❛      I’ll  need  to  prepare  thoroughly  for  our  next  training  session  so  this  doesn’t  happen  again .      ❜ ❜