"So there are different kinds of demon." Loki realised thinking of Crowley. Maybe that was why that one felt different? He'd never really believed that that Falling thing could turn one into a different species anyway. "And the ones called fiends are more dangerous and eat memories."

He'd figure out Judeo-Christianity someday.

John hadn't objected to being touched so far, so Loki settled comfortably against the wall and put an arm around him.

"You don't seem to be suffering from complete amnesia, though, so it can't have eaten them all."

Poor John looked terribly pale.

"Do you want to have the hammock today?" Loki offered feeling very selfless. "Lying down might help."