Probably, the short hair is more practical right now. It will take all of Thor's energy to keep sane. If grooming falls by the wayside, particularly where hair and beard are concerned, Loki won't be shocked. Although he might regret just a bit that it's too short to mess with. Braiding Thor's hair for him might calm them both, even if it has been centuries since he made the attempt.
Both Loki and Fǫnn wait patiently, giving Thor time to decide how he wants to handle this. They may both have strong opinions, but in the end, it's his body. The healer takes a moment to prepare some kind of painkilling tincture for him, bringing it over and placing a cup the size of a shotglass in his hand. "Drink this," she says. "It will help dull the pain for a few hours even after the surgery."
Loki goes back to the computer to turn up the rain sounds, tapping a couple more keys to add a deep, intermittent rumble of thunder. Not his preferred noise-scape, perhaps, but if it pleases the patient, well enough. Fǫnn, meanwhile, has a few clean sheets to use as surgical drapes, and wastes no time setting them out and arranging them across his shoulder in such a way as to obscure his view of his arm.
Loki pointedly selects a space to sit on Thor's opposite side. He'll do whatever need be to help during the surgery, but if he doesn't have to watch, he won't. "She's really quite good," he tells Thor, probably to reassure all three of them. "She has not quite grown into her own seidr yet, which is why I'm here, but her knowledge base is more than sufficient for this."
Fǫnn blushes fiercely, but only quietly goes about disinfecting Thor's shoulder and brushing on some kind of local anaesthetic.
Loki's eyes go half-lidded, gradually becoming luminous as he summon his power. It's green, as always, glittering across his cheekbones and twining between his fingers. He places his hands on Thor's chest and forehead and continues speaking casually, as if this was a haircut or massage rather than major surgery. "You have not met all the children here yet, and may not be disposed after this, but the little girl holding Solvi's baby you saw when you came in is Sigrid. She played the infant version of myself in that play of mine."
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Both Loki and Fǫnn wait patiently, giving Thor time to decide how he wants to handle this. They may both have strong opinions, but in the end, it's his body. The healer takes a moment to prepare some kind of painkilling tincture for him, bringing it over and placing a cup the size of a shotglass in his hand. "Drink this," she says. "It will help dull the pain for a few hours even after the surgery."
Loki goes back to the computer to turn up the rain sounds, tapping a couple more keys to add a deep, intermittent rumble of thunder. Not his preferred noise-scape, perhaps, but if it pleases the patient, well enough. Fǫnn, meanwhile, has a few clean sheets to use as surgical drapes, and wastes no time setting them out and arranging them across his shoulder in such a way as to obscure his view of his arm.
Loki pointedly selects a space to sit on Thor's opposite side. He'll do whatever need be to help during the surgery, but if he doesn't have to watch, he won't. "She's really quite good," he tells Thor, probably to reassure all three of them. "She has not quite grown into her own seidr yet, which is why I'm here, but her knowledge base is more than sufficient for this."
Fǫnn blushes fiercely, but only quietly goes about disinfecting Thor's shoulder and brushing on some kind of local anaesthetic.
Loki's eyes go half-lidded, gradually becoming luminous as he summon his power. It's green, as always, glittering across his cheekbones and twining between his fingers. He places his hands on Thor's chest and forehead and continues speaking casually, as if this was a haircut or massage rather than major surgery. "You have not met all the children here yet, and may not be disposed after this, but the little girl holding Solvi's baby you saw when you came in is Sigrid. She played the infant version of myself in that play of mine."