Gone are the days where Thor would complain about taking his medicine, at least for now. He throws back the mixture with barely a grimace, much as he’d downed the doctored tea Loki had given him after the battle, and settles back to wait for it to take effect. With Loki on his blind side, he has to turn his head a bit to get his brother in view, but it’s far better than hearing his voice floating out of the void as if he was a wraith come back to haunt the living.
He squashes down the terrible thought that there may be truth in that, because once he starts down that road, he might need to be sedated anyway if the healer expects to get her work done.
Instead he keeps his eye on Loki, a quiet presence at his side, and the gentle rumble of thunder and rain that fills the room. It doesn’t quite distract from what’s happening on his left, Fǫnn staying in his peripheral vision as she prepares him for the procedure, but he feels it would be worse to go without. He takes a few steadying breaths, as if he was preparing to throw himself into Nidavellir again, though he knows this will be far less painful. At least, it had better be.
He gives a shaky sort of smile at Loki’s reassurances, still grasping for that easy familiarity to keep him grounded. “It’s your turn to be the battery, this time. Things really have changed.”
Right. Here we go, then.
It’s unnerving not to be able to feel what’s happening, other than in a vague sort of sense, but Thor is not terribly inclined to look for himself, lying still under the soft glow of his brother’s magic. He was not entirely expecting conversation, but it must be a good sign that Loki can spare the concentration for it, and that helps ease the anxiety a little by itself. “She did? The... baby icicle, I think the line was.”
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He squashes down the terrible thought that there may be truth in that, because once he starts down that road, he might need to be sedated anyway if the healer expects to get her work done.
Instead he keeps his eye on Loki, a quiet presence at his side, and the gentle rumble of thunder and rain that fills the room. It doesn’t quite distract from what’s happening on his left, Fǫnn staying in his peripheral vision as she prepares him for the procedure, but he feels it would be worse to go without. He takes a few steadying breaths, as if he was preparing to throw himself into Nidavellir again, though he knows this will be far less painful. At least, it had better be.
He gives a shaky sort of smile at Loki’s reassurances, still grasping for that easy familiarity to keep him grounded. “It’s your turn to be the battery, this time. Things really have changed.”
Right. Here we go, then.
It’s unnerving not to be able to feel what’s happening, other than in a vague sort of sense, but Thor is not terribly inclined to look for himself, lying still under the soft glow of his brother’s magic. He was not entirely expecting conversation, but it must be a good sign that Loki can spare the concentration for it, and that helps ease the anxiety a little by itself. “She did? The... baby icicle, I think the line was.”