Loki felt his tender and soft touch, looking into the Huntsman's eyes before their lips touched lightly. Loki never thought he would love another man again. But he had to be honest with himself that he grew fond of the huntsman and wished to stay with him. Thinking he was the one. Looking to the apple, Loki took it with a small smile. "Alright. Thank you." He then took a bite of the apple. He chewed and swallowed. He sat there a moment before he felt something wrong. He was starting to feel ill. The apple dropped from his hand as it hit the ground. Then he felt his chest tightening and leaned forward as he fell off the log. He curled up in ball, his vision blurring, his throat going dry, his mouth foaming a little. His mind was going in a million and one directions as he was trying to figure out what was going on.