[ After several hours of sleeping his hangover off, and several more hours of only leaving his cocoon of blankets to limp to the bathroom or limp to the kitchen, he gets bored of lying and healing and mulling over the things that had plagued his mind the night before, resurfacing once more that soberity held him.

After a hobbling trip down the hall to bang on Loki's door to no avail, he makes it back to his bead, dragging blankets and pillows over his head and makes a call. ]

I had extra eggs. You didn't answer.

[ A voice filters into his head, and for a moment he has to process the words that roll through his mind. The accent, when he doesn't expect it, always seems to give him a moment of pause. A soft smile touches his lips, but he snorts gently for effect. His voice is odd, just a tad muffled as he too was burrowed in the soothing heat of Thor's bedding, his brothers pacing just faintly heard outside the door. ]

I would have, had I been there, but alas I am not.

[ There's a rustle of fabric as he shifts, settling farther into the bedding and settling in for a conversation, the company appreciated, even though distant ]

Escaped away, have you? Your brother's? [ The only other place he could think of, knowing Thor welcomed him to it as a home ]

Escaped or captured, depending. [ Some part of him cared not to think he was hiding at Tors, that something had startled him like it had... but at the same time Thor was worried to let him out of his sight considering his state when he had been found. He grumbles softly. ]

But yes.

Little matter either way. [ If loki had wanted to be free of thor's company he doubts much would keep him there, but it doesn't really matter too much ]

Give the big man a kiss for us. [ Cheeky. He wouldn't really kiss Thor unless there was bare skin and hands on him involved as well. ]

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I will pass along the sentiments. [ He murmurs with a sliver of humor slipping into his words. ] I'm sure he will much appreciate it. Anything else I can do for you? [ There is jest there, but Loki still sounds tired, worn, but he's told that's part of recovering for humans. ]

Though too much and you might have to offer it yourself.

Ah, so bending him over a table and plowing him soundly would be too much? [ A joke, because he doubts Thor would allow it from him, but he's not even going to think about anyone by that name penetrating him in any way at the moment. He has half a mind to avoid that one just as much as the larger Odinson, knowing they're supposedly of the same entity. Bizarre as it is. ]

How goes healing?

Perhaps later. [ He wasn't in the condition to nor did he think Thor would really be in the mood for such things. He tugs the covers up a bit more, around him and lets his eyes slip closed. It's strange not speaking face to face, but he is getting used to it, if only because of the way messages have been rolling through his head since he arrived. ]

I am becoming used to the ache, in a sense, if only because mortals heal so slowly.

[ Ah, right, godhood. A soft laugh, still amused at the concept of it. Still not certain he believes it, but amused. ]

Ah wait 'til you age and all your joints start to ache on a regular basis. You won't want to roll yourself from bed in the morning.

[ he stretches out, a long yawn coming from him as if in sympathy for the achiness he's like to get sometime in life. getting old sucks. ] Such is the plight of lowly mortal men.

I have no intention of getting old. [ He mutters stubbornly, as if assured his own immortality would not be at risk long enough for him to find out what it was like. ] I will find a way to regain what I once had, or flee this place where I can taste forever upon my lips once more. [ Idunns apples, so sweet and golden, how he wished he had one now. ]

If escape comes to us, as it should, your aid will not be forgotten either. [ Gods have lots of bling, too, so you better not leave him behind if you find a way out. ]

Do gods fear growing old? [ asked with idle curiosity. eric can't imagine living forever, or really wanting to. the 28 years he'd gone already seemed like so much. ]

Will I? [ A soft snort, amused ] And what shall become of me? Servant to the great god of mischief? Personal concubine?

If one does not become old, then you cannot fear it. But I believe all creatures fear death, even gods, though there is much glory to be found in it-- or so I am told. [ He had no desire to die, not even in battle as other Aesir did. They were fools, dying over things easily avoided because of pride. ]

I think that would suit you well, My bed is far better than these.

[ a snort ] Bein' safe from something doesn't lessen a fear of it. You don't ever imagine yourself growing old and grey? Fading away?

[ Its a strange concept to him, immortality. Humans have so much to fear, so many little things. Disease, small accidents, the forces of nature. What is it like for none of it to matter? Seems boring.

there's a smile in his voice, and it doesn't sound like too bad a fate, being the eternal warmer of loki's bed. ] Ah, and would I be pampered properly? Given pretty things to wear and shown off at parties? [ None of that he desires, fairly clear in the way he chuckles. The idea is absurd. ]

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No, I do not. [ He has imagined himself dead before, lost to the world, forgotten, but old had never been a concern. He had never fancied he'd live that long before, which was the way of the Aesir, and to be old would take so much time. Loki now knew such things were probably not his fate, whatever that was. ]

Ah, but of course-- though I cannot say Asgardian parties are anything like those here-- you might like it, I presume.

Hm. Must be nice. [ Not having to fear becoming old, wasting away, all that. But then again, to face eternity with all your regrets stuck with you, going through lifetimes of them. How much can you build up? ] Or torturous.

[ A grunt, not really sure. ] Not much one for that much socializing.

I have yet to decide which. [ Is as far as he'll elaborate, though he's sure he knows the route he had been heading before being dragged to this odd place. Though that hardly made him grateful. ]

A Asgardian party consists of drinking mead, eating boar and bread and telling tales. I isn't quite what I've found to be here.

Here, I'm told, is near on, ehm. [ Hold on, doing math. 2012 minus 1342... that's... ] About seven hundred years away from the Earth I'd known.

[ Well, from the year most people told him they were from, at least. There's no saying how far ahead Ariel itself is. At the first realization of just how far from home he'd been, it was daunting, but he's grown accustom to it. ] The feasts you talk of sound more like what I'd know of parties, but they're not a thing I've seen here any longer.

None of it is like it used to be, really.

Ah... [ He had been alive then, too, but had very little interaction with Midgard at the time; a few jaunts and games but little more than that. Loki was still schooling in princely matters at the time, if he remembered correctly. After some time all the decades felt much the same. ]

Aye, I imagine they would be-- this place is not like the one I have known either, though I I have never seen another place like Asgard.

What is it like?

[ There's another rustling as Eric flips and in bed, tugging a pillow down under the covers to flop his head against, settling in to hear about Loki's home world. ]

Golden... [ He pauses, it's troubling because he doesn't know how he wants to speak about Asgard. ] It's always bright, a towering castle and a bridge that stretches across space, forests littering the surrounding lands; it's not like anything I believe has existed on Midgard--erm. Earth.