[Loki's instincts flare at Theo's approach, but he bites back his reflex to flinch backwards. To grab his inmate's wrist before he can make contact. He stares, confused but insistently patient, eyes flitting to Theo's grip on him. What is he doing?]
Theo, what's--?
[Loki falters, blinking through a wave of dizziness. Something's wrong. Theo's smearing something on his skin.
In the infirmary, he and Claire discovered that his resting heart rate is far higher than a human's, rushing the blood about his body to ensure his body heat stays high in the cold temperatures it was born to endure. And the surprise has it racing even faster.]
I don't...feel well.
[It's as if he's underwater, suddenly. All his usual grace is lost as he reaches out to grab onto Theo for balance. But at that point it's too late. His hands can hardly grasp onto anything as he thuds down onto his knees. Mouth agape, he turns glassy eyes up at his inmate, brow furrowed.
Loki is dimly aware he should do something. But his limbs are nearly out of control, and he can't reach his seidr at all. Which leaves him with his silver tongue as a last resort. Only, this is too familiar. Too much like last time. So all he can manage is two strangled words:]
Can't breathe.
[And just like last time, he falls bonelessly to the floor.]
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[Loki's instincts flare at Theo's approach, but he bites back his reflex to flinch backwards. To grab his inmate's wrist before he can make contact. He stares, confused but insistently patient, eyes flitting to Theo's grip on him. What is he doing?]
Theo, what's--?
[Loki falters, blinking through a wave of dizziness. Something's wrong. Theo's smearing something on his skin.
In the infirmary, he and Claire discovered that his resting heart rate is far higher than a human's, rushing the blood about his body to ensure his body heat stays high in the cold temperatures it was born to endure. And the surprise has it racing even faster.]
I don't...feel well.
[It's as if he's underwater, suddenly. All his usual grace is lost as he reaches out to grab onto Theo for balance. But at that point it's too late. His hands can hardly grasp onto anything as he thuds down onto his knees. Mouth agape, he turns glassy eyes up at his inmate, brow furrowed.
Loki is dimly aware he should do something. But his limbs are nearly out of control, and he can't reach his seidr at all. Which leaves him with his silver tongue as a last resort. Only, this is too familiar. Too much like last time. So all he can manage is two strangled words:]
Can't breathe.
[And just like last time, he falls bonelessly to the floor.]