"Is that how it works?" Loki looks curious, not repelled. "I wonder how similar the energy is. Generally speaking, the human body isn't the best conduit for magical powers, though I've known sorcerers, witches and mages to come from Midgard."

The parallels are intriguing, anyway, and when Loki gets intrigued by something, he's disinclined to let the matter go.

When he pushes himself to sit up, Loki reaches to put a hand on his back, steadying him. "You do, but we can worry about those details another time." Some decent chocolate might be all he demands in return.

He shakes his head. "Mnn. I don't much like the idea of you either stuck lying in bed all night or trying to get up for glass of water and falling over and re-breaking your tibia. Decision made. Congratulations, you're being abducted by an alien."

The green threads of energy unfurl again, but this time they seem to simply part the veil of the world around them and pull them through empty space, depositing them lightly on a pile of furs beside a fireplace large enough to hold an entire roasting bull.

The room around them is a long hall, mostly carved and polished granite, with a few ornamental columns and lamps here and there. There are storage chests and some large bookshelves, and a long, oversized dining table with matching chairs, but aside from that it's fairly sparsely furnished, high-ceilinged and airy.

Loki pats his shoulder gently and stands. "I want tea. I'll make extra in case you want some, as well."