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Luna: After a long while of rather fruitlessly attempting to accept what was happening to her, she rose her head to look at him, wondering why he was still in the same room as she; he more than obviously pointed out many a time that her company was not one he found enjoyable. Perhaps he was attempting to get used to it, as he had to bring her with him - then again, why wasn't he savoring his last bits of time spent all on his own before he took on such a burden? As she mused, her eyes narrowed for but a moment before relaxing again into blank sadness. This much exasperation truly took a toll on her, as she was unused to such stressful situations - though how could she be, to this particular one? It was not something that one could become prepared for. How tiresome he was, how tiresome it all was...
Loki:He could feel her eyes upon him briefly, looking upon him in what could have been disdain that he was existent. However, he cared less for the girl's presence; before, it shook him simply because there was almost an equality in power... Whereas he was stronger by nature, she could easily report him at any time and send him immediately away to his full, true sentence, and he hated the feeling of that… But now she could do very little. He had the utter upper-hand now, and there was nothing she could do about it. He shrugged it off and continued to ease himself into the couch, unmoved.
Luna: She glanced at him once again, his form more relaxed than she had ever seen it, as if even the cares that he did have did not faze him enough to rattle him, though she looked away and closed her eyes with a small shudder when she remembered his threats... How he could hurt her so very easily if only she gave him an incentive. Her heart reacted instantly at the thoughts, and her eyes shut more tightly. She had to find a way to get them out.. How he managed to turn it into matters of her own freedom was perplexing and frustrating to no end. She shrunk away slightly when she asked herself once more - what if she failed?
Loki: He could feel her eyes upon him once more and he could not help but smirk. What good did it do her to stare? She so often gazed at him, sometimes as if he had grown three heads and now walked on his hands. It was amusing, to say the least. A good lot of what she did was amusing to him, he thought - perhaps not before, but more so, now.
Luna: She needed to distract herself somehow, for at least a little bit before she had to begin contemplating and planning... She could not rely on herself for distractions, and the only thing she supposed might divert her mind would be magic, and for that, she had to turn to him. With a sigh, she conceded. "Loki.. Teach me." Her words were simple, and she rose and moved over to the couch to take a seat next to him.
Loki: He stiffened when she walked so comfortably over to him and took a seat so close. He narrowed his eyes, shifting so that he was a bit further from her, but then nodded. "Of course," he replied simply, himself, before tugging at the energies he had attempted to keep around him, pulling them back so they were around his hands. He turned slightly to her, feeling the pain already resonate throughout his abdomen, holding out his hands to her. "Can you still sense it?" he asked, arching a brow.
Luna: She readily extended her hands towards his, brushing her fingers and her palms along the air above them, as if stroking a peculiar animal of sorts. "Give me time..." she murmured as she closed her eyes and then attempted to loosen the tension in her muscles and in her shoulders, to set herself more at ease and lead herself to a place more tranquil, emptied of all the troubles that plagued her... Not only did grasping magic bring such joy to her, it also allowed her to enter a state of mind in which she could find some peace - it elevated her levels of concentration by quite a bit, as it was crucial for any work related. Granted, her attempts at detaching herself did not always work to her favor, but practice made perfect, she reminded herself.
Loki: He did, indeed, wait – despite the existence of pain. He remained still as he fought it back, his only motions biting the inside of his cheek while he thickened the tendrils of magic wrapped about his hand. She at once looked as if she was at peace, as this was their common ground for the time being. The only thing they both desired. Not that it bothered him, no... He found a liking to the way she looked when she was in deep concentration, her lips pressed tightly into a miniature pout, her brows pulling together…
Luna: Now and then, she had difficulties obtaining the concentration, more so than maintaining it. It was not uncommon for a stray thought to skip across her mind and rock her focus, but it was all the more challenge for her to dispel even such pests and other unneeded matters. She was, however, slightly worried momentarily, that in her hands' ventures, she would touch his own and then all the time spent focusing would be for nothing - closing her eyes helped, but it made her almost unaware of where his own hands were - that was, at least, until she felt the magic; then she was granted a more honed sense, and could easily distinguish his hands from the magic which he held. She tried not to let the worry usurp her too much, and she kept on focusing. After a while, of whose length she was unsure, she finally began sensing the irresistible, strange feeling between her skin and his, and her lips curved into a pleased, relieved smile. Each time they tried, she was so very afraid that she would not come to feel it ever again, no matter how hard she tried.
Loki: Loki continued watching the girl as her lips twisted into a smile. He smiled, too, knowing that she could sense it; the agreement he had with her was not all for nothing. He waited for her to have a good feel for it before he would allow her to attempt to hold it – which would be the lesson he intended upon teaching her today. "Very good," he commended gently, slightly relieved that she managed to stay away from his hands, though her own were rather close.
Luna: She smiled a little bit more at his praise; he knew how to be an almost entirely different person while teaching her magic - he seemed to regularly praise her for any little thing she would accomplish, and despite the pain he felt, he would be patient, and he would wait for her to succeed. It almost felt like it was not reality - her eyes were closed and she could feel it so well, to the extent where she was concerned about opening her eyes, in fear she might lose the grasp and the sensation. She could not see anything, but she could feel it, and so the darkness in front of her eyes aided in making it feel as if it were all an elaborate, surreal illusion that only worked as long as her eyes were closed, and would flicker out if she dared to do otherwise. So, she spent as much time as she could, momentarily, feeling it as much as she could, feeling the mass beneath her hands, mass that she could not discern, but that she could feel with more intensity than the time prior. She could attribute no qualities to it - it was neither warm, nor cold - though every now and again, she could feel Loki's own cold exuding at random - and it was not soft, nor was it rough, nor smooth, or hard.. It was almost pointless to try and describe it, especially at the level at which she was presently. Perhaps one day...
Loki: After a while of watching her discern the magic and feel it, he let some of it disperse, though not entirely, back into the air around him and then sighed, attempting to quickly relieve himself of the pain, for he knew this next lesson would take a bit more energy than the one before. "Next, you shall learn how to hold it, yourself," he began, making the little bit of magic he held in his hand slightly thicker, just enough that she could sense it when she was handed it. He extended the small orb in his hand, looking up to her. "All you need to do is grasp it for yourself," he explained. "And hold it within your own two hands, and then, if you feel as though you have a decent grip upon it, study it..." he said, watching and waiting cautiously.
Luna: She slowly and carefully opened her eyes, looking down at her hands, her heartbeat accelerating. A part of her knew that she ought to be a little surer in her attempts, but she could not help but feel a little nervous regarding it all. He gave her no further instructions, which she took as a sign that it was quite obvious how she was supposed to hold it on her own. Through all of those alarming thoughts, she struggled to maintain enough of her senses to still feel the energy. She gave him a nod to let him know that she was listening. Then, she attempted the most banal of ways she could think of to take hold, her fingers slightly, gingerly curving around what she felt. However, she only felt as if she dove her fingers into it, and not around it, as she felt it both underneath her hand and atop it. She tried not to let this failure affect her to the point where she would lose all grip altogether. Her lips pressed together as she moved her fingers again, trying to grasp it in its entirety, though feeling her fingers slide through as if the magic was not at all concrete, or, rather, as if it shifted and gave way to her fingers, avoiding them.
Loki: He watched as her fingers seemed to not know where to place themselves, and he sighed, knowing that he should have given further instruction than to sit and let her toy with the bits of it until he would ultimately crumble. "Do not think it shall simply come to you. Beckon it to yourself, rather... You work in tandem with the magic and vice versa, not exclusively one or the other. Like... a magnet, I suppose," he explained, attempting to move his fingers so that it might be more available to her, flexing his hand back slightly more so it would be readily willing to come into her hand.
Luna: "Alright…" she murmured almost distantly, as she did not wish to spare any more attention to other things than was necessary. She took his words in, however, as they were important, and she tried to heed them and follow the instructions. She bit her lower lip for several moments, closing her eyes again, wishing to feel the magic as fully as she could, wondering just how to beckon it. She tried with the simple will and desire, the backs of her fingers first gently brushing along the bit of magic before she turned her hands, ready to try once again. After several more tries that ended with no result, she began growing desperate, nearly pleading the magic to come to her, her need for it increasing with each failure. Then, after another attempt, her fingers finally felt something more substantial, something that, when coaxed closer did, indeed, obey. She could not help but let out a more than pleased sound in her next exhale, almost quivering with the relief that it finally decided it would cooperate. She kept ushering it gently into her hands, straining so very hard to keep it there.
Loki: He watched with a pleased smile, seeing that she was successfully luring it away from his hand, but his eyes were careful, for he did not wish for her to suddenly let go of it – it would take more than enough energy for him to retrieve it. "Gentle," he said quietly, trying to ease her excitement so that she did not become too overjoyed and find that it would just fall out of her hands. "Stay calm. You do not want to drop it..." he explained, his voice smooth so that it would not disrupt her concentration, letting it ease into her hand as he let go of it.
Luna: She gave another nod, striving to keep it in her hands, but the moment he seemed to let go of it entirely and let her have it all, it escaped her. It simply dissipated, like a tower of cards, it simply fell apart and lost all consistency, all form - not only that but she ceased feeling it at the precise moment, and she could not even grasp the smallest of remnants, if there were any to begin with - she simply could not sense it enough to know. There might not have been any at all. She felt the pit of her stomach fill with upset, as she looked up at him apologetically. "I… I had it and then it just.. It's gone," she said despondently. "I'm sorry..."
Loki: He sighed heavily, letting out a frustrated groan in reply, watching as anything he had built up completely dissipated through her hands. He should have known not to give all of it to her at that moment. He hurriedly attempted to gather it from the dispersed tendrils, finding ways to build it back up into his hand and continue, but it was difficult as he had entirely let go of it before and she had taken it and then placed it wherever it would float away to. His brows knit together as he looked back up to her. "Let us try this again," he replied through slightly grit teeth, the pain stabbing at his midsection as he formed the orb once more, holding it out to her. "Slower this time..."
Luna: The sound of frustration he gave nearly discouraged her into giving up for the night, though she knew that she would not progress in any which way if she refused to continue practicing each and every time she failed. She nodded silently, slightly jarred and pressured by the fact that the longer it took her to concentrate and to begin sensing the thing, the more pain he experienced, and if she did not improve in terms of speed, her teacher might not be capable of teaching her for some time. However, she tried to rid herself of such feelings, as they would do nothing but the opposite and inhibit her.
Sure enough, after some time, she had located the bit of magic that he held - to her massive relief, as she thought that perhaps, after dropping it like so, she might not ever find it again. After she was certain that she sensed it strongly enough to try and seize it once more, she did, guided by her previous experience, as now she had some by which to judge and compare and build upon, making it just a hair easier. She felt it very slowly seep into her hands, though she was unsure of its size, it felt rather small, and she willed herself to be so very ginger with it. She took it more and more, gently, patiently, feeling as if she were getting to know the peculiar energy more distinctly and more intensely with each second that passed.
Loki: He watched, ready to catch whatever she may drop as she attempted to slowly let it come into her much smaller hands. He watched and waited, his hands hovering around her own, prepared to act quickly, but not completely attempting to meddle in anything that she was doing. He gave a small smile as she began to study what she held in her hand, doing exactly what he asked her to do until he entirely let go of it, letting it stay within her hands. He tried to ignore the pain that he was facing and put on a more encouraging facade, as he knew that he would have to ignore it every time he was ready to teach her... He would have to ignore it whenever it was time that he should shapeshift. The more and more he gathers together, the more likely the magic will help him when they escape. He looked to her face and then her hands, the epitome of concentration upon both of them. "Yes, very good," he murmured lightly, the arm that did not hold the magic wrapping around his midsection almost reflexively now.
Luna: His words came slightly distantly, as she tried not to pay heed to much other than that which she was holding now, something so very small, so very much alive, to the point where she could almost feel the vivacity. She gazed down at her hands, marveling infinitely at the fact that she could see absolutely nothing, but she could very well feel its presence. Ever so slowly and lightly, she brushed a finger along what she now determined were edges, however vague and undefined they were, she could nearly begin to tell where the energy ceased and the normal air resumed. That made her so very happy and filled her with the joy she knew she could derive solely from the precious thing she was familiarizing herself with momentarily - it was a much needed change from the utter confusion and the frustration of the time prior.
Loki: He watched her face become so very alight with joy as she looked upon the magic she held in her hand. Her expression that was once weary, angry and sad now looked as if that had never happened to her. He gave a small smile, himself, as it was most obvious what kind of similarity he shared with her... Even when everything went wrong, magic would always be what she would resort to. Even as a young child, he would run into his bed chambers and find magic and toy with that alone, if he did not want to be with those who derided.
Luna: Several moments later, she began feeling increasingly tired, and it came so very surely, taking away bit by bit of her energy, threatening also to take away the one she held, as well. Her smile faltered and her brows slowly knit together as she felt that she needed to strain much more to maintain the magic, but at the same time, it quite swiftly drained her. Confusion washed over her, successfully starting to tear her concentration down, and she sensed the magic which she held beginning almost to tremble, as if it did not have enough of her to rely on. "Loki..." she murmured worriedly. "Take it... Please," she said hurriedly. "Now." She was too afraid to move, as if the magic was a feather in her hands that the slightest stirring of the air would blow away.
Loki: He quickly came out of his thoughts, his own brows knitting together as he took it out of her hands, placing it into his own once more, and then, with a wave of his hands and another stab in his chest, he let it dissolve into the air. He glanced over her expression, the way she looked at the moment as if she was about to fall out of herself... She was mortal. She would not be able to hold magic for as long as he had allowed her, and she would be weaker than any other sorcerer simply because her body does not have enough energy to support such a strong force. "Ah," he muttered with the sudden realization, yet another thing that he should have considered before teaching her. "You are tired, yes?" he asked, arching a brow.
Luna: She nodded in affirmation. "Not so much sleepy as.. tired, physically," she murmured, swaying slightly until she leaned against the back of the couch for support, closing her eyes with a frown still etched about her face. "Battered..." she added even more quietly, finding that she had to open her eyes once more and focus on a single spot, for a dizziness began creeping up to her. She threw him a very worried, questioning glance.
Loki: "Your body may not be physically capable of taking on as much as any other sorcerer's might," he noted aloud, in response to her questioning glance. "Simply because you do not have the same sort of physical energy as an immortal might. Your body can take to magic, but simply… not as much," he explained briefly. "I am sorry to disappoint you," he added, wondering if what he said would offend her in any way. As if it should matter for him, his mind added with a scoff. It was not as though it would matter to him after he is gone. In fact, if anything, it would make it easier... She would not become an overly powerful sorcerer upon Earth and she would remain undetected.
Luna: Her frown deepened in dislike of the words he gave her. "You said it was like a muscle," her voice was quiet and she lifted her feet from the ground and settled more comfortably onto the couch, leaning even further against the back of it, grateful that it is there to support her weight, as she doubted her own body would. "And muscles need developing, no? Perhaps, with enough practice and… moderation, I guess... it might lessen," she said, her voice gaining quite a hopeful undertone by the end of her last sentence.
Loki: He gave a curt nod. "Yes, but there are limits, my lady," he replied and then shrugged. "Once more, a mortal has not tried magic before. You may very well be correct, but from what I can infer based upon your mortal form, and what I have seen of mortals, you must understand there is a high chance of you simply reaching a limit... or a plateau, if you will," he replied, looking at her slightly apologetically.
Luna: She nodded dejectedly, looking at him with a slightly dismal glint in her eyes; he would understand just what his words would mean for her - it was strange, this common ground of theirs and the utter understanding they seemed to share at least for a brief moment, in occurrences such as these. She was glad, in a way, that mortals have never before experienced magic, as any potentially discouraging possibility would not necessarily hold true. It was she who would explore and investigate the boundaries, and, if possible, push them back further and widen them. There was solace in the uncertainty, as it neither approved nor disproved possibilities.
Loki: He looked over her saddened expression. How fast she went from being perturbed by his bargain to being enlightened by the magic he provided her, and in the end, still ending up becoming saddened by the truth of it all. He pressed his lips together, having a small bit within him that wished to tell her there was still hope, as he most certainly would not have wanted someone to tell him such a thing in his youth, when he relied upon magic for solace... And now it would prove to be her solace, as well. "It shall be fine," he assured, and though he was never one to grant comfort to another, he had a certain drive within him to do so with her... If only for the sake of the experience of magic. "I shall do my best to test such limits," he added.
Luna: "As will I.." she said with a hint of gratitude in her voice. She then glanced at the arm of his that was wound around his abdomen."Have you ever experienced any… side effects, so to speak... due to magic - apart from, well, that?" she gestured towards his midriff.
Loki: "It does wear on me, yes," he replied, looking where she gestured. "But nothing more than a physical activity. It tends to drain such energy often, considering what sort of energy magic is..." he explained briefly.
Luna: She nodded in understanding. "And… does the fitness of one's body affect the magic? As in, the more used to physical activity you are and the more stamina or something such you have, the magic drains you all the same, or no?" she persisted with the questions.
Loki: He gave a shrug. "If that is so, Thor should be a great wielder of magic, but alas, he is not," he scoffed. "And I would be relatively weak. So, in answer to your question, I daresay it is all the same."
Luna: "Ah, I see," she said, then looked down at herself and let out a small chuckle. "Good…" she muttered as an afterthought. She could have assumed that magic made no such preferences; it would have surprised her if it did, in fact, she thought. In either case, she was glad that no such differences existed, as she, herself, was not tall and mighty, either.
Loki: He smirked and nodded once more. "Indeed," he agreed. He was strong physically, but when being placed besides Thor comparably, he was hardly what would ever be considered "strong"... He was the one who developed a defense of himself through magic and often, magic only.
Luna: She shifted her weight, squirming and getting more comfortable. "I feel boneless..." she grumbled under her breath as she brushed her hair out of her face with a motion quite tired, though mentally, the fatigue had not quite caught up to such an extent.
Loki: He appraised her with a furrowed brow. "You do not look it," he replied with a small smirk, shifting so that he continued to be further away from where she sat out of reflex. She did, indeed, look tired - as she would continue to be, it seemed. He would have to make sure she got plentiful rest when they manage to escape... He needed her to stay alert to things of which he may be less aware.
Luna: She gave a noncommittal noise as her response. If she got this tired from so little practice, she would not progress at all at the pace she thought would be sufficient. It unnerved her, as it proved her to be less capable of withstanding magic than she would like. Practice makes perfect, she thought to herself before willing herself to part from the back of the couch and straighten up somewhat. "Again..." she said, emphasizing what she wished with her hands outstretched before her.
Loki: He looked down to her hands and then sighed, holding out his hands as he concentrated upon reviving what he once had before her. He furrowed his brow as the pain immediately returned despite the amount of time that he had spent resting; it returned like another stab to his midsection. "Very well," he sighed, making the orb of magic in his hand thicker, ready for her to grasp once more.
Luna: She murmured hasty thanks before she positioned her hands close to his and closed her eyes. As always, it took her some time to begin sensing the energy, though each next time she attempted, it only got easier, if only by a minuscule hair. Perhaps, with time, it would grow to be more noticeable, the increase in speed with which she grasped certain things. It was quite round, she noticed as she moved her hands around it, pleased beyond reason that she could faintly sense where it stopped and the air began - thus being able to determine the pliable shape. Only when she ensured that she felt the small, round shape substantially enough did she start letting it lose its shape and grow more elongated as it moved from his hands to her own. She simply could not maintain its spherical form while she attempted to hold it, as she was not yet strong enough for any such feat. What she could do was merely let it linger about in her hands, energy that she had slight trouble convincing to stay where she held it - perhaps the only reason that it did remain for the time being was because of her growing desperation to keep it that way. However, her breathing was starting to grow uneven, as she strained more and more with each passing second to keep the undefined mass within her grasp.
Loki: His hands continued to hover around her own as she held it, making sure that she did not suddenly drop it on a whim that she becomes too fatigued to carry it. He sighed, watching as her breathing became unsteady and ragged, the way her body shifted, slouching as if she was trying to condense the bits of energy within herself and keep it stable. The mass within her hands, he noticed, came out of its form that it began as, quite possibly making it harder for her to obtain. He applied some of his own energy to keep it from sifting out of her fingers while she took to trying to keep it.
Luna: Had she not been straining and concentrating so very badly, she might have noticed the energy return some of its form. No, she merely continued struggling to keep it in her hands, to withstand it and bear it for as long as she possibly could. It was not heavy, the energy, not that she could feel, yet the effects of it were as if she truly was holding something much too large and hefty for her. It was not long before she began quivering slightly with the effort, holding her breath more often than not. "Take it back..." she breathed out after several long, long minutes, hoping there was sufficient time for him to do that, as she truly did not think she could keep it up much longer.
Loki: He scurried to take it from her hands, himself, before she ultimately lost it and thus force him to have to use more energy to retrieve it from the abyss of the air that surrounded them. Unfortunately, the girl did not seem able to withstand it long enough, and she ended up letting a bit of it to sift through her fingers. He furrowed his brow, looking at her curiously, observing her reaction to the strenuous magic that she maneuvered, noting her reaction and how it seemed to worsen the more time it was within her grasp. Of course, it was a taxing task, but there was always something more that was added to it to make her weaker. How frustrating that must be... It may take a longer time for her to learn it than he had planned.
Luna: She felt an almost overwhelming relief when he took it away from her, but there was also that peculiar emptiness she now felt in her hands, emptiness that she yearned to remove once again, even if it did make her tremble so. This time, however, she almost slumped over the couch; she bent over slightly as she was sitting, closing her eyes tightly and propping herself up with one of her hands that grabbed the back of the couch for support. She reminded herself over and over again to breathe in and out, regularly, slowly, to dispel the quivers that jarred her breathing. A part of her did not wish for Loki to watch her as such, but another part of her could not care, the only objective of hers to regain her composure as soon as possible.
Loki: Loki watched her wearily, attempting to relieve herself as he dispersed the magic, letting it go into the nearby range of the area surrounding them, all the same wrapping his arm about his midsection as if that would help aid the pain. He did not know why he did such a thing - as if by holding his arm around himself, it would stop him from splitting at the half - but it truly did nothing to help it... It but made it aesthetically better. He turned his head away from her, doubting she would care very much if he watched her in such a weakened state - as if he cared. She was always weak to him, he knew in his mind. She would always be weak to him, no matter how much magic she came about.
Luna: With time that appeared to run much too slowly to her, she gradually lost the tension in her shoulders, lowering them and relaxing them, feeling her muscles ever so slowly loosen. The hand that was quite firmly gripping the couch loosened, as well, and she dropped it next to herself. She turned slightly and leaned against the couch some more, more than glad that it was there for her to lean on, otherwise, she might have ended up in quite a horizontal position. She opened her eyes for a brief moment, looking at him, as if checking up on him, though she could not place why. "Are you alright?" she asked with a small tinge of breathlessness in her voice, as if she had just swum for hours, and hours, and hours. He went through something worse than she did, when attempting to hold the magic, and there was a small hint of worry in her gaze.
Loki: He nodded briefly. "I shall be fine, I assure you," he lied with a swift glance over to her. He was not entirely sure what would happen if he happens to overexert himself, whether he would gravely wound himself or disallow himself from continuing for a long while. He frowned at that thought, knowing he was overexerting himself merely by going against such a strong curse in the first place, but how was he to change shape with such a little bit of substance within his capabilities? "Worry not of me," he added, seeing the tinge of worry in her eyes. Why should she care?
Luna: "I'm trying, believe me, but..." she lingered off for a breath. "But you are so very much in pain and that is not good," she stated quite obviously, thinking that it ought to be clear to him that she had all the reasons for concern. She could not stop her gaze from gliding over him, inspecting.
Loki: "It is my choice to teach you and restore my power is it not?" he asked, tilting his head, his eyes curious of her reaction. "I know what I shall suffer if I make such a choice. There is little, if any, relief," he added, quirking a brow at her. "It shall become easier, I assure you," he lied again.
Luna: "Of course it is your choice, Loki, I understand that…" she said more quietly, giving up on attempting to explain and justify her worries to him - especially as she could not explain it to herself. On one hand, she found it normal to be concerned of someone who is most evidently hurting; on the other hand, to grant him such concern and care was not something she found reasonable in any which way. Why should she, when he would not hesitate for a moment to transfer the pain that he was feeling to her, if he found a way to do it? She looked at him for several seconds more before averting her eyes and focusing her gaze on something other.
Loki: He nodded briefly, pressing his lips together and continued to stare in front of himself, rather than at her. It was odd, her sudden caring of him, but he supposed it was only human... An attempt to appeal to his humanity, though he was absolutely certain – as she, too, ought be – he had no such thing. He was not human to begin with. "Very well," he muttered with contempt, leaning his head back as the pain began to subside.
Luna: She kept her silence, knowing that she shall regain her disdain for the man soon enough, as he will inevitably do something more to evoke it. He did quite enough already, and her worry was as unexpected to her as anything. The more she thought, the further her frown deepened; it was unfair to show him any sort of tolerance whatsoever - perhaps if he were in any way kinder to her (other than the lessons he gave her, which he did for his own sake more than anything else), she would find it all reasonable. But this way, it would be wiser for her - though not healthier - to continue with her contempt. He deserved no more.
Loki: He could feel the wall that she had previously built between them the moment she had given in to his demands being rebuilt. It seemed when magic was not their topic of conversation or activity, there was absolutely nothing but disdain between the both of them. He kept his silence, knowing there was little they shared in that aspect. He furrowed his brow, wondering if it should always be like that. But then again, if he was just going to leave her once he was able, why should it matter? He would not think much upon her pathetic Midgardian life when he's gone and resuming his own life once more. This was all there should be between them.
Luna: Despite sitting in relatively close proximity to him, it felt as if there were worlds of distance between them. There may very well have been, she reminded herself, as she was utterly inferior to him in all the aspects, she added bitterly and in disagreement. Her lips pressed slightly together as she turned further away from him, wishing she would get up and leave, but she was unsure whether her body would agree with her desires - she might be too heavy for herself momentarily. In the worst case, she reminded herself, she could always try and remove him from the couch, instead, with rather strategically placed movements of her own.
Loki: He leaned back into the couch, making himself as comfortable as possible – his long, slender legs sprawled out in front of him, his arms crossed across his chest, his head leaning back onto the pillows of the couch, and his eyes closed. He did not wish to move much longer, but he could feel the scorn she held for him radiate off of her. If she did not want him there, then she could leave, he decided once more. He was in control here... Not her. She would just need to be reminded that every so often; then might this all go very efficiently for him.
Luna: She nearly scooted away when she saw him begin to take up slightly more of the couch than before; remaining where she was, she merely mirrored him and made herself comfortable, reaching over to take a cushion from one of the armchairs, placing it behind herself and shifting her weight into a reclined position. She did not reach him, for the couch was, fortunately, rather large, but she wouldn't have cared either way - if anything, it might have gotten him to move away further. She felt rather childish, as if she were playing some stupid game with the hardheaded man.
Loki: He snickered when he watched her attempt to ward him off with her movements, and then sniffed when she leaned back into her own comfortable position, quite nearly mocking him. His nostrils flared, but he then continued to act as though she did not move or do anything of the sort, and kept his lids heavy as he stared up to the ceiling, merely relaxing the pain away, as if there were no troubles in the back of his mind that were most obviously nagging at him.