That answer seemed to soothe the half-orc somewhat. Not a conscious thing yet, but there was a comfort to be had in thinking that someone might understand where he was coming from even if it was just the simple fact that they both knew little and less about each other. It was a start at least.
And he wasn't used to contact. Not beyond a light shove to get him moving, or a grab to his arm or shoulder to direct him when someone was impatient at the lightest. Not a thing that was just because of the other children's dislike of him either- none of them tended to seek that sort of thing out beyond some of the youngest, but long enough in Driftwood taught most children to shy away from touch. Fjord didn't flinch or start, mostly from plenty of practice against the response, but Loki would certainly feel the way the boy stilled utterly under his hand as if bracing in anticipation.
He couldn't stop the gasp wrenched from him at the icy chill skating against skin, shuddering visibly as his grasp on the blanket tightened as if in defiance of the cold, a soft muttered curse under his breath. But it worked, and he seemed to ease somewhat as the cold receded and the warmth was able to start sinking in properly, relaxing slightly. "Gods... you weren't kidding when you said it was gonna be cold-"
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Date: 2023-02-27 09:56 pm (UTC)And he wasn't used to contact. Not beyond a light shove to get him moving, or a grab to his arm or shoulder to direct him when someone was impatient at the lightest. Not a thing that was just because of the other children's dislike of him either- none of them tended to seek that sort of thing out beyond some of the youngest, but long enough in Driftwood taught most children to shy away from touch. Fjord didn't flinch or start, mostly from plenty of practice against the response, but Loki would certainly feel the way the boy stilled utterly under his hand as if bracing in anticipation.
He couldn't stop the gasp wrenched from him at the icy chill skating against skin, shuddering visibly as his grasp on the blanket tightened as if in defiance of the cold, a soft muttered curse under his breath. But it worked, and he seemed to ease somewhat as the cold receded and the warmth was able to start sinking in properly, relaxing slightly. "Gods... you weren't kidding when you said it was gonna be cold-"