[If anyone were to have witnessed these little exchanges, they'd probably assume that Wanda's starting to fall for her pretty new handmaiden. Wanda herself probably wouldn't go that far just yet...but she has to admit that she does want to keep Loki close and those not-quite-smiles make something inside her twist painfully.]
No, that's perfect. I love cinnamon.
[Wanda had still been picturing something thicker, like a runny milkshake, but it turns out Loki was right. This is exactly what she needed. It's cooler than the water, soothes her throat, and is absolutely delicious.]
It's good. [Another warm smile, and soon Wanda's fed, refreshed, and resting.
It's a week before she regains enough strength to get out of bed and several more weeks before she can even make it to the library. While her health is no longer at risk, she is still easily tired and leaving the palace isn't an option.
She'd probably have gone out of her mind with boredom if not for Loki. Wanda's tried to shift her nap schedule so that she's not exhausted for their usual meetings, but sometimes it's still hard. The brazier keeps her room pleasantly warm, the divan is piled with soft pillows, and Loki's presence has come to be a source of great comfort.
She might have leaned too closely into his shoulder and drifted off while he was trying to explain the finer points of a particular spell to her. Try as she might, Wanda just couldn't keep her eyes open, and Loki's voice had been too soothing for her to 'just rest them.'
How long was she drifting? It couldn't have been more than an hour before a jolt of panic rouses her. She blinks, disoriented for a moment, but these fearful emotions aren't hers. So--
Loki.
He must have fallen asleep too, but he's clearly not at peace. Wanda reaches out and pauses, frowning. She could fix it with a wave of her hand, but reaching into his thoughts feels like crossing some sort of line that he might not forgive. Even for his soulmate. She definitely can't interfere without his knowledge...but she can't leave him to suffer.
So Wanda takes a deep breath, places a hand on his, and lets the scarlet twine around them as she steps into his dream.]
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No, that's perfect. I love cinnamon.
[Wanda had still been picturing something thicker, like a runny milkshake, but it turns out Loki was right. This is exactly what she needed. It's cooler than the water, soothes her throat, and is absolutely delicious.]
It's good. [Another warm smile, and soon Wanda's fed, refreshed, and resting.
It's a week before she regains enough strength to get out of bed and several more weeks before she can even make it to the library. While her health is no longer at risk, she is still easily tired and leaving the palace isn't an option.
She'd probably have gone out of her mind with boredom if not for Loki. Wanda's tried to shift her nap schedule so that she's not exhausted for their usual meetings, but sometimes it's still hard. The brazier keeps her room pleasantly warm, the divan is piled with soft pillows, and Loki's presence has come to be a source of great comfort.
She might have leaned too closely into his shoulder and drifted off while he was trying to explain the finer points of a particular spell to her. Try as she might, Wanda just couldn't keep her eyes open, and Loki's voice had been too soothing for her to 'just rest them.'
How long was she drifting? It couldn't have been more than an hour before a jolt of panic rouses her. She blinks, disoriented for a moment, but these fearful emotions aren't hers. So--
Loki.
He must have fallen asleep too, but he's clearly not at peace. Wanda reaches out and pauses, frowning. She could fix it with a wave of her hand, but reaching into his thoughts feels like crossing some sort of line that he might not forgive. Even for his soulmate. She definitely can't interfere without his knowledge...but she can't leave him to suffer.
So Wanda takes a deep breath, places a hand on his, and lets the scarlet twine around them as she steps into his dream.]