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Rain pattered onto the windows of your bedroom as she laid you down onto the mattress. The soft, satin sheets wrapped around you tightly as you groaned. “I’m fine.”
“Clearly.” Loki said. “I’m just doing this for practice.”
“Mhh.”
She’d been doing this a lot, lately, bringing magic into the bedroom. As if the Aesir stamina wasn’t impressive enough on its own. Not that you’d ever complain about it, so long as you got to be close by (or heavily involved) while she experimented.
Heat seeped off the blankets and danced softly over your skin. You whined.
“Yes, you seem normal,” Loki said dryly. “Nothing out of the ordinary at all .”
You were gravely sick, of course, but not about to admit that to her. Were you being too proud? Maybe… No, you decided. It was the germs talking, and you shouldn’t trust the germs, treacherous things. “Yes,” you said, closing your eyes for just a second. “Wanna go for a hike after you’re done practicing?”
Loki scoffed.
You should've gotten up, showed her what you were made of. But the blankets… Gods. They were so soft, so warm, so…
“Are you putting a spell on me?!” you squealed, slightly outraged and slightly turned on. You looked up at Loki, who was crouched at the side of the bed. She shrugged, unbothered. “I’ve only spelled the blankets. The rest, I’m afraid, is your doing. Or rather, your illness."
“I detest that,” you murmured, closing your eyes again and sighing as Loki moved some hair out of your face. “I refuse it. You’re lying. You’re a lying liar who lies.”
Soft lips pressed to your forehead, the blankets around you tightening in a wisp of magic. They were still warm, the heat of the fabric somehow not growing softer as your body grew accustomed to it.
“It’s trickery,” Loki answered. “They’re not warm at all, I’ve simply convinced your senses that they are.”
Had you been speaking out loud? No matter.
Loki sighed. “It’s alright to be sick, you know. I won’t think less of you.”
“We had plans,” you said. “Important plans. I won’t get in the way of those.”
“Plans change , darling. You of all people should know that.”
Yes, yes, fine, she was right. Still, you weren’t about to give her the satisfaction. “I think your spells have worn off,” you said. “Can’t trick me after all.”
“Mhh. You really are unwell, lying to me, of all people.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You yawned, fought the urge to poke her nose, failed. “Come warm me up. Cuddle first, then a hike after.”
Loki rolled her eyes. “You and your hikes, by the gods. Sometimes I wonder if I should just leave you out there to roam in the wilds. How long would you survive it, I wonder… Not very long in this state, I’m guessing.”
It was probably supposed to sound threatening, but she’d been so nice to you lately, that it was a little difficult to take her seriously. “Don’t be jealous, baby,” you said, yawning again. “I like you too much to leave you all alone. And my creature comforts, too. Mostly those, probably.” You grinned, poked at her nose again and missed terribly this time, finger pointing at empty air. Loki scowled. “You,” she said as she crawled over you, wicked grin on her face, “are an absolute menace.”
“Takes one to know one,” you replied. “Stop teasing me.”
She climbed over you, to the other side of the bed, stole half of the blankets as she pulled you towards her. She was so strong… It made a warm feeling rise in your stomach, none to do with your cold. You rolled onto your back and took her face in your hands. “You are a precious thing,” you said to her, partly because it was true and partly because it would annoy her: nice things always did. They got her all hot and bothered, you knew. Not that she’d act on that now.
God, these germs were just taking everything good away from you, one day at a time.
Loki’s eyes twinkled with amusement. You knew you must look ridiculous: hair all mussed from the blankets, skin all sweaty and swollen.
Loki didn’t seem to mind.
She kissed you, softly, one hand on your face as the other squeezed your hip. “You are an idiot,” she said after. “A very sick one.” She laid back down again and gathered you up in her arms. You shivered, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” you murmured, already halfway asleep.
“I love you too, you silly thing,” she answered, hugging your sleeping form closer. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”