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Five days had passed by and Loki's mood swings weren't improving.
There were times when he would sulk and lock himself away.
There were times when he would become unreasonable and incredibly short tempered.
There were even times when he would become hurtful and downright nasty.
He always apologised after calming down but there was no doubt that it was taking a strain on their relationship. Thor simply refused to leave him to battle it on his own; much to the youngest's chagrin.
Loki was constantly exhausted beyond reason and at one point, Thor heavily considered calling for a doctor to visit the fragile boy.
"There's no point," the child had responded as his brother placed a cool wash cloth on his forehead. Loki's torso was completely exposed and grey in the dim morning light.
The alarm clock beside the sofa read 4:23am. "If they examine me and discover I'm not human, we'll have a considerable problem on our hands."
"I don't give a damn!" Thor responded.
He was slowly adapting to the Newcastle dialect after conversing with shop keepers and Kieran everyday.
The words didn't roll off his tongue as naturally, however, and Loki had to suppress a fond smile each time.
"I'm sure its nothing serious," Loki reassured whilst almost coughing up his lungs.
He racked his brain, trying to remember if he had cast any binding spells at some point, or if he had seriously aggravated a sorcerer.
Nothing came to mind.
"I can't help but notice you haven't held Mjolnir for a few days now. Was it making you tired? My magic doesn't seem as prevalent now either."
Thor's eyebrows shot up into his hairline at the hidden implication.
Could it be true? Where they becoming... mortal?
"Don't worry," Loki chuckled, resting his sore eyes. "Mother taught me the spell she is surely using now. By stripping us of our power, we become hidden. No monster or God will be able to find us unless they wish to do so manually." He yawned. "Which they most likely will not."
"So she has left us powerless?" Thor grumbled incredulously. "Vulnerable... ill!" he was getting angrier with each thought that passed through his head.
"If we're threatened, that's different. We'll gain the temporary adrenaline of power . She would never just leave us, brother."
"Stop making excuses for her! She left us alone! We're just sitting ducks; waiting to be murdered!"
"Thor-,"
"We are weak, unprotected, exposed-,"
"No," Loki growled, having enough of his brother's pessimism. "We're safe."
***
It was Saturday morning, marking a week since the boy's had been exiled to Midgard. There had been no contact from home but both boys were trying hard to stay positive.
Loki's condition was neither getting better nor worse and the limbo was driving the youngest insane.
"Go out, Thor!" he practically growled that evening. His mood swings were terrible. "I'm tired of you hovering. Get out and make some friends or something."
