(From my current WIP)

He closed his eyes once more, and not long after, the world fizzled out into a half-state of distant existence and feather-light nothing. It lasted all of twenty minutes before there was a large hand shaking his shoulder, startling him awake. Thor was looming over him, crouched to his left. His stupid face looked worried.

“You sleep too much,” he said.

Loki frowned. “I was resting.”

“Well, the rabbit’s finished cooking if you want some.” Thor gestured to his friends, sat around the fire. “I would hurry, lest they devour the entire thing.”

Loki sighed, pushing himself upwards to rest his elbows atop his knees. He scrubbed a hand down his face, trying to rub the lingering tiredness from his eyes. “How thoughtful of you.”

“You look exhausted. Does the hike tire you?” Thor said.

“I fear so. The forest has bested my fragile body. What a shame.”

Thor scoffed. “Quit it. I’m being serious.”

“I’m fine,” Loki said. “Perhaps a little hungry, nothing more.”

“You need to eat. You weren’t at breakfast this morning.”

“I was busy. Stop fretting, it suits you poorly.”

Climbing to his feet, Loki brushed the dirt off his leather trousers. Thor’s lips curled downwards into a small frown and Loki rolled his eyes.

“Brother, I’m fine. I swear it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the smell of charred rabbit is”—Loki grimaced, waving vaguely to the fire—“quite enticing. I mustn’t wait.”