Is it Love?

The Wound

"No I'm not going to him! I don't need his help I'm fine!" Y/N protested as Thor Odinson her best friend pushed her in the direction of the prince's chamber.
"You have been stabbed. You are clearly not fine!"
"I am! Look!" Y/N rotated her arm in a circle. It throbbed but she refused to surrender to the pain and get help from him. "See! I'm ok! Now let me go back out there and help!"
"Y/N they are more than capable of defeating the frost giants with out you! Now hurry up before you get blood all over the floor." Thor pushed Y/N forward. Making it clear that he wasn't going to change his mind.

They walked in silence all the way until they reached the prince's chamber. Thor lifted a huge muscled arm and knocked on the door while keeping the second one tightly around Y/N to make sure she doesn't run off.
The door opened and there he stood. Loki Laufeyson. He was dressed in a dark green button down shirt and smart black jeans. His hair was pushed back out of his face showing off his sharp jawline and cheekbones.
"Yes?" He said. His voice was deep and soothing.
"Hello brother. We need your help, Y/N was injured during battle. And we were wondering if you could stitch it up for her?"
"No." He said closing the door in their faces.
"Son of a-" Thor muttered, hammering on the door.
"What?" He said swinging the door open.
"Please brother. No one else in Asgard can heal as fast as you." Pleading, Thor rested his arm on the door frame preventing Loki to close the door again.
"Fine. Come in, sit at the desk and don't get blood anywhere!" He said curtly stepping aside, allowing Y/N to enter.
"Thank you brother, it means a lot. Now i have to go and help finish the battle." Thor turned and ran down the corridor whilst summoning his hammer.

Loki got to work straight away, weaving the thread in and out of Y/N's wound. Trying to keep her mind off the pain Y/N studied Lokis face. She realised how attractive the prince actually was. His eyes had various colours of green, his lips were full and rose pink. His cheekbones were chiseled perfectly highlighting the contours of his face.
"Will you look somewhere else? Its very distracting." He murmured whilst dabbing at the wound with a cloth.
"Oh sorry." Y/N flushed with embarrassment. She darted her eyes around the princes room. A grand bookshelf took over a whole wall. Thick heavy books filled every inch of the shelves, corners of the room and most of the desk. A four poster bed took up most of the floor space, the bedding was a deep green and gold silk sheets and pillows.

"Done." Lokis voice pulled Y/N out of her gaze. "My magic will heal it quicker then normal but it'll still take a while to heal because of the depth of the wound. So don't do anything stupid for a couple of weeks."
"I don't do stupid things!" Y/N retorted quite offended.
"Really? So it wasn't you that dove into the lake from the highest balcony? Or it wasn't you that decided to attempt to pick up Thors hammer and ended up dislocating your shoulder?" He said raising his eyebrows and smirking.
"Fine! Ill try not to do anything stupid." Y/N said giggling. Loki joined in then almost like he remembered what he was doing, cleared his throat and stood up, trying to contain his smiles. "Well, i better go. I think the fights over anyway." Y/N sighed looking out the window on the grounds. They exchange goodbyes; Y/N leaves.