Loud Trickster In A Quiet World, A Loki x Deaf Reader

2. Learning and Healing

-Your POV-

It had been three weeks stuck in a hospital bed.

Three weeks.

The first three or four days were fine. Well, besides from the occasional bursting of my ears. But otherwise it was fine. A few people on the team would dote on me, bring me water, brush my hair or bring me some cold water and a wash cloth.

The next week seemed to just be the same everyday. Natasha or Wanda would come down to check on me, help me clean up a bit, and then occasionally Bruce would check on my ear's healing.

The second week I started to want to be back in my room more and more.

The third week. I was so tired of not being able to just do whatever.

My legs were fine. My body was fine. But my ears still rang, and Bruce was trying to help reduce any issues.

And the therapy talks. They were fine at first, but later became redundant and irritating.

I just wanted to get back to the closest to normal as I could. I wanted to have an actual bath. I wanted to be able to lay in a comfortable bed. I wanted to be able to gorge on ice cream and chips whenever I felt like it.

Not that mini apple pies were bad, just not quite the same as eating all the junk food in the team pantry.

I smile as Natasha came in, she visited every day she could. I smiled, knowing she would help me try to feel comfortable.

She gently started to brush out my hair, it having become normal for the both of us. She grabbed the notebook, smiling as she wrote stuff down [We only need one more checkup, and you should be fine to move back to your room] she wrote, bringing a big smile on my face

Bruce cane over, and I let him run though his usual check up. He gives me a thumbs up, and I get out of the bed. I was so going to take a shower first.

As soon as I got in my room, I saw a few boxes on my bed, and a vase full of flowers that I recognized were the same as the flowers Steve brought me when I was in the hospital wing. I couldn't push away the idea of a shower, so I decided I would open them after.

The shower felt so nice, but exfoliating was a pain in the arse. Sitting in a hospital bed with somewhat limited movement and not showering had left me with what felt like, a whole millimeter thick layer of dead skin.

When I did get out of the shower, I pulled on a bath robe, and pat dried my hair with my towel as much as I could.

I sat on my bed, picking up the first gift, a small black box. Inside it had a simple necklace, but it looked expensive. Probably Tony's gift.

There was a few books on sign language, likely from Natasha and Clint. A nice looking ring with a small red jewel, from Wanda, and Vision got me a bracelet that seemed to be a pair with the ring. Even giving gifts, they often matched, and it was quite cute and heartwarming.

I made sure to put the gifts away properly before laying down in my bed, expecting to just pass out.

I was more than comfy, but my brain was running through so many thoughts;

'You'll never hear your own voice again'

'You will never be able to listen to music again'

'You'll be a hindrance to the team'

I groan, rubbing my head, deciding to grab one of the sign language books I got, going to the common room in the tower instead. I made myself Tea/Hot cocoa/(Whatever calming drink) and sat down on the far edge of the couch.

I started reading, practicing signs with my hands as I read. The next thing I knew I was cuddled under a blanket, coffee brewing in the kitchen.

I rubbed my eyes, streching my joints from their tense sleeping state.

I lean back as I stretch, opening my eyes to see Natasha above me with a grin. She moves to sit next to me, folding up the blanket that was prior draped over me.

She hands me a whiteboard, that I associate with grade school. Witten on it was [I thought this might help while you, and the rest of us, are learning.]

I smile, hugging her breifly before popping the whiteboard marker open [Thank you!] I write, a smile apparent on my lips

She holds her hand out to take the marker, writing after I hand it to her [No problem. I know you probably aren't going to talk at all, or as much, so could I bother you to just say my name for a last time?] She wrote, setting the marker down with the cap closed

I smile, it slightly forced as I knew she was right "Natasha, thank you." I say, unsure of how it came out now that I couldn't hear it

She pulls me into a gentle hug, letting go after a few moments. She had tears in her eyes. I pulled myself back into her embrace, keeping my head against her shoulder, so I didnt make her feel bad about showing her weaker side.

All of us were going to have to go through our own healing with this.

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