Loki does put her down at her request, reaching out to steady her when she inevitably stumbles a little only to be distinctly pushed away. Well. Fine. Be like that.
He doesn't care.
"No. Not a soul." He does not comment on whether or not she's 'fine'. Neither of them are 'fine.' They're on a strange planet that they are unlikely to be able to escape any time soon with the biological imperative to fuck like rabbits. An imperative tat has not gone away at all.
He can't even sigh and take a deep breath, it'll just make it worse. Instead, Loki pulls a face and raises his face to the sky, which has not changed color even a little bit since they've arrived.
no subject
He doesn't care.
"No. Not a soul." He does not comment on whether or not she's 'fine'. Neither of them are 'fine.' They're on a strange planet that they are unlikely to be able to escape any time soon with the biological imperative to fuck like rabbits. An imperative tat has not gone away at all.
He can't even sigh and take a deep breath, it'll just make it worse. Instead, Loki pulls a face and raises his face to the sky, which has not changed color even a little bit since they've arrived.