[Loki returns home by the simple expedient of teleporting. Not quite steady on this feet, he runs into the wall of the front room, and then just leans there, eyes closed, breathing far faster than he should.
He managed the facade for the few minutes it took to get away from Barton and Adele, but something still feels wrong, as if there is a disconnect between mind and body that's interfering with his very ability to think. Something visceral - terror? - claws at his throat, tries to shut it off. He hugs his arms tight to his body, unconsciously rubbing his hands together as if to warm them, and resists the urge to pace.
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November 3, Action
Date: 2012-11-07 05:45 am (UTC)From:He managed the facade for the few minutes it took to get away from Barton and Adele, but something still feels wrong, as if there is a disconnect between mind and body that's interfering with his very ability to think. Something visceral - terror? - claws at his throat, tries to shut it off. He hugs his arms tight to his body, unconsciously rubbing his hands together as if to warm them, and resists the urge to pace.
Calm. He needs to be calm.
Calm refuses to come.]