[open] I could just hear them now, 'how could you let us down?'

[icasm]

WHO: Loki and anyone who is around
WHAT: Loki arrives and connects, reconnects, sleeps, causes problems, etc.
WHEN: last two weeks of Firstfall, first two weeks of
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: nothing yet, will update as needed

∞ : an arrival, more or less : open to all : the Gallows infirmary

The return to Thedas is wholly unpleasant, as far as returns that don't involve time-skipping go.

Instead of returning as he'd left, or as he was, back in whatever reality his consciousness was split(‽) from only to spit him newly out of the Fade and smack dab on his ass, surrounded by demons, in the nearby wilds of the Planasene Forest, Loki reacquired consciousness dressed as he had been the first time the Loom fell and the TVA with it — including his TVA work suit, peacoat, and a copy of OB's "bestseller" The TVA Handbook in his pocket.

He did not arrive armed at all, and an attempt to summon his daggers, a sword, anything only had him frowning at his empty hands as volunteers from Riftwatch fan out in a half circle around him. Someone tosses him a short sword with a yell that he'll have to help defend the group; of course he will, what else would be expected? That he would just cry, curl in on himself, give up?

As appealing as that short list of options was? No.

The short sword will do, for now.

He falls asleep in the cart taking him back to the Gallows more than once. Is only woken up each time when someone grasps his shoulder and shakes roughly - no amount of calling his name or gentle treatment appears to make it through the heavy fog of intermittent narcoleptic catching up to massive amounts of sleep debt. He spends the next five days more or less asleep on a bed in a corner of the infirmary until he manages to remain awake through an entire meal... without anyone speaking to him directly the entire time.

For, you see, the moment anyone turns their back to him or isn't engaging him in conversation, he tends to doze off nearly immediately. But at least he is given clearance to leave the infirmary and take up room elsewhere in the Gallows, seeing as how he's apparently not actively ill or appears a health and safety risk to others; he's just, as he keeps telling whomever may ask, rather tired.



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[icasm]

Loki musters enough to let out a chuckle. "Might be a while. I haven't slept..." Another wide yawn, and he pinches himself on the inside of the wrist in order to keep up with the conversation long enough to at least convince someone that he isn't liable to fall over from anything beyond exhaustion immediately.

It works. He shakes his head and his eyes go into focus before he blinks himself back to the topic at hand. "It has been. Several centuries. Since I last remember sleeping. I imagine being human doesn't agree with that particularity. I am only tired. That's all."

No diseases, no injuries. Merely centuries upon centuries of sleep debt crammed into a mortal body.

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[portalling]

“Centuries?” Strange asks, incredulous. “I know you’re long-lived, but surely you still needed some kind of rest to survive. How is that even possible—”

Loki had managed to muster himself long enough to deliver the most important detail, but it seems that was the last momentary burst of energy— he drifts, and now he’s out like a light again. The almost-empty glass of water slips out of his palm, drops towards the floor, and Strange snaps out with quick reflexes to catch it in one hand. He sets the glass delicately back on the bedside table.

And he scrutinises the sleeping Asgardian. Makes a thoughtful noise, a cluck against his teeth.

He has so many more questions, but it seems they’ll have to wait.