I'll Follow You To...

Dream control

"Thermos"

Loki read the lettering on the red plastic cylinder Wong had given him. It had nothing to do with its contents so he assumed that it was what the container was called and the label was placed there because humans were so very forgetful.

He had just entered a guest room in The Sanctum where he would stay the night and try the concoction Wong brought back from Kama-Taj.

The top unscrewed easily and a sharp odour wafted out, burning his eyes and nostrils. This must have been what it was supposed to smell like because Wong had assured him this was a 'fresh batch'." Whether it actually helped him have control over his dreams and whether that would get him anywhere remained to be seen.

He set the container down on the nightstand and ran the flat of his hand down over his chest and abdomen. No pain anymore, all the wounds were healed even if it had taken longer than usual.

Finding that he didn't have anything better to do while waiting for Wong to come back, he had taken the opportunity to repair and clean his clothes with magic.

The rest of the time he'd spent picking at the cheese on a piece of pizza Madisynn had ordered but not eating much of it.

He had been in no mood for the inane humour of the movie that sent Madisynn and the demon into hysterics, and Strange seemed to enjoy the spectacle the other two had made of themselves. He didn't know which was worse.

Despite Wong's little pep talk, the thought that Sylvie sent him here to keep him out of the way gnawed at his insides. They hadn't gotten the chance to talk about what happened at the Citadel and this was far too close to a repeat for his liking.

Maybe he should have just stayed at the TVA and talked to Mobius, he knew he had trouble with his judgement where Sylvie was concerned. Not that it had ever really been that good.

He magically replaced his suit with a loose robe tied at the waist and sat down on the bed next to the night stand he had set the thermos on.

One thing Wong hadn't told him (and he didn't think to ask) was how much of it he was supposed to take.

"I guess I'll find out the hard way ", he said to himself and chugged the entire thing. Frost giants had to be able to take more of this stuff than a human after all.

It burned all the way down and made his eyes water but the taste wasn't too bad.

After ten full minutes Loki was beginning to reconsider his hypothesis on frost giant physiology because the burning still hadn't let up, and he was breaking out in a sweat.

"Wonderful"

He got himself a glass of water and sipped on it until the burning subsided, then lay down on the bed.

And of course he couldn't sleep.

His mind was racing with possibilities and the likelihood that heartburn was the only thing he was going to get out of this endeavour was high on the list.

So he lay there and tried to empty his thoughts by tossing the thermos up into the air, end over end, before catching it in one hand. Loki repeated the action several times until he caught a flash of something out of the corner of his eye, down close to the floor.

He turned his head to follow the motion as the thermos was up in the air. It landed on his right eye after he failed to catch it, and he immediately placed a hand over it and sat up. He forgot about what had distracted him for the moment.

He blinked his eyes a couple times, and checked his vision. The thermos was nowhere near heavy enough to hurt him in any way but better safe than sorry.