[okay this is forward dated to the 29th obviously, but w/e.
It was true that Loki had never slept particularly well, but even those nightmares meant nothing in the face of being in the correct body again. Nine days he had gone in the wrong bodies - first a horse, then Sif's (with her terrible horrible bound breasts why she did that to herself he could not comprehend), and then as a child. And for the last he had even acted like a child, but the virus didn't have the good grace to let him forget all the things that had happened. Wonderful. But oh, gods, he was in the right body. That was all that really mattered anymore.
Well that and whatever it was that was on top of him.
Sif.
Oh.
Right.
He taps her shoulder gently, hooping she won't wake to punch him out of anger or frustration or LOKI HOW DARE YOU TRICK ME TO BEING IN YOUR BED.]
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It was true that Loki had never slept particularly well, but even those nightmares meant nothing in the face of being in the correct body again. Nine days he had gone in the wrong bodies - first a horse, then Sif's (with her terrible horrible bound breasts why she did that to herself he could not comprehend), and then as a child. And for the last he had even acted like a child, but the virus didn't have the good grace to let him forget all the things that had happened. Wonderful. But oh, gods, he was in the right body. That was all that really mattered anymore.
Well that and whatever it was that was on top of him.
Sif.
Oh.
Right.
He taps her shoulder gently, hooping she won't wake to punch him out of anger or frustration or LOKI HOW DARE YOU TRICK ME TO BEING IN YOUR BED.]