Thread: Mind and Soul(Avengers) FoxWriter/TamaRose

Loki looked delighted that the other was smiling and blinked, surprised by the kiss to his forehead before he brightened like a small sun and beamed at Cai as if he'd never gotten a kiss of affection before. in Loki's memories he hadn't... although, what little Loki did know about himself, he suspected he'd never gotten a kiss to the forehead ever. he ws wrong, but it was still very rare to receive any kind of affection at all. he blinked at Ciel once Cai was gone and smiled ever so innocently. I'm not naughty. he assured the other. i'm sweet and innocent and ever so compliant. he teased, smiling up at the other, looking very much like a naughty kitten. it is a good idea. he grumbled. i can give my consent. i'm an amnesiac, not brain dead. he sulked before he sighed. i guess i can understand. he admitted, watching the other with soft lidded eyes. sleepy and fighting it because he was afraid of having more nightmares. afraid of waking up alone, even more, afraid that all of this was a dream and he was going to wake up and it would be the pain again. still, he was very tired and Cai was bringing food and Loki was desperately hungry. he would sleep until food was there. he settled into the others wings with a sigh and mumbled a thank you and went to sleep, letting the soft feathers and the others soft breathing sweep him away. Loki stirred as the other was laying out the food. it wasn't the sound of the other moving around that had woke him, but rather the smell of the food. the wonderful smell of food. food that he hadn't had in a long time and he was out of the warmth of Ciel's wings and crawling to the food, too weak to actually walk at the moment, and was patiently waiting on the blanket, watching Cai intently. Loki wouldn't touch the food though, not until Cai said it was okay because some part of him was wary that the food might not be for him, or they would get mad if he took without permission. somehow, he didn't think this was because of Her or the Pain, had it been trained into him? it felt like it. it didn't matter right now anyway because his stomach was trying to crawl into his throat it was demanding the food so eagerly. another good thing about being a shapeshifter, or maybe just being a god, was that he wouldn't get sick if he stuffed himself after weeks, maybe even months without food the way a human would. he stared at all the hot food and wondered what he should try first, nothing looked familiar except the small square things that where colorful. poptarts. the name came to him as suddenly as a bolt of lightning. the name made him think of lightning too, how strange. one was in his hand and he was devouring it before he even realized he had forgotten to wait for permission. he couldn't stop though, once the taste hit his tongue there was no stopping him. he was eating, he wouldn't stop until he was full. it didn't take long for that to happen, even for a god, months without food had effects and a small stomach was one of them. still, he had devoured much more than a human could have, and he could already feel strength spreading through his body again and he was mumbling thank yous between final bites of poptart and carrots.