Human bodies don't usually feel this hot to the touch. It is cold, and Loki is shivering, but his face and throat are clammy with sweat.

It's his instinct to play it up a little, he should hold Thor's gaze, stifle a trembling lip, reinforce Thor's sympathy, something like that, but he's just too tired to think it through. Just...leaning here will have to do. And coughing some more, again unplanned, which makes him catch at Thor's arm for support. And then try to push it away crossly. He doesn't mind losing control of a scene--it can be exhilarating--but right now he doesn't even know what he wants and everything is wrong in the wrong ways and it's not exhilarating at all.

Loki wipes his mouth. "I'm annoying myself right now. There--there has to be something better than this body."