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Thundershield: Ratatosk Bites Pt.2

Yesterday, Thor fell ill with an Asgardian illness called Ratatosk Bites, which was basically his world's version of chicken pox. He had a horrible cough, coupled with congestion and bouts of breathlessness. The marks dotting his skin burned and itched, causing him a lot of pain and discomfort. But the most concerning issue was his fever that kept climbing, despite Steve's efforts to keep it down.

"My dear Steven, why do you frown so deeply?" Thor asked, his voice raspy.

"Because, I'm worried. Your fever keeps getting worse, and I don't know what to do to make it go down." Steve replied, frowning like a kicked puppy.

"Geeze, now I know how Bucky felt takin' care of my sickly little a**." he sighed placing his head in his hands.

"Don't fret, my love, the mighty Thor is much too strong to fall to some stupid illness." Thor said trying to reassure his boyfriend.

"More like too stubborn." Steve scoffed, his lips curling up into a small smile.

"Hahaha, Steven, it is you that is the stubborn one amongst us." Thor laughed.

But the laugh was cut off by a series of coughs that left Thor gasping to catch his breath. As Thor tried to get his breathing under control, Steve massaged his chest with one hand, and the other combs through the god's long blonde hair. When the fit was over, Thor sunk into his pillows exhausted.

"I think I'll...get some rest now." Thor said weakly, while Steve gently wiped the glistening sweat off of Thor's forehead with a cold rag.

Then his eyes slip closed and he immediately falls asleep. Steve goes into the kitchen and starts making the soup his mother would always make him whenever he was sick as a child.

"Hey Cap, how's Goldilocks holding up?" Clint asked walking into the kitchen.

"Not so good. Nothing I do seems to be helping, I'm at my wit's end." Steve sighed frowning.

"Want me to call Bruce?" Clint suggested.

"Maybe tomorrow, I want Thor to get some rest first before he's poked and prodded at." Steve replied, stirring the soup.

When the soup was done, Steve pours some into a bowl for his boyfriend and heads back to their room.

"Come on, hun, wake up, you need to eat." Steve said shaking Thor's shoulder.

But, Thor wouldn't wake up no matter how much Steve tried.

"Thor!? Thor, please wake up!" Steve said frantically.

His anxiety only got worse when he felt how hot Thor's fever burned. He immediately scrambles for his phone and calls Bruce.

"Bruce, I need your help now! Thor's fever is so high, he's unresponsive!" Steve pleaded into the phone.

"I'm on my way, just try to remain calm, Steve." Bruce replied.

It only took a few minutes for Bruce to arrive with Stephen and help Steve carry Thor to the medbay.

"Hopefully the medicine that was made for your metabolism is also strong enough to work for Thor's." Stephen told Steve.

Bruce and Stephen set Thor up with two IV's, one to keep him hydrated, the other with super soldier strength medicine. Thankfully, the meds work and Thor's fever begins to go down. Steve sighs in relief, dropping into a chair beside the bed Thor laid in. He rests his head and arms on the bed, gripping Thor's hand.

"He seems to be responding well to the meds, so that's good." Stephen said checking Thor's vitals.

"We'll let him rest for now and check on him in an hour or so." Bruce said placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

"Thanks, guys. Thank you so much." Steve said lifting his head off of the bed.

"It was no problem. Thor's my friend, I'd do anything to help him." Bruce replied.

After Stephen and Bruce leave, Steve lays his head back down on the bed and rubs his thumb along Thor's knuckles. Feeling drained from being so anxious earlier, Steve doses off. Twenty minutes later, he's woken up by a large hand rubbing his head. When Steve opens his eyes, he sees his boyfriend smiling wearily at him.

"Thor, you're awake." Steve said.

"Judging by my presence in the medbay, I take it that my fever became dangerously high, am I correct?" Thor asked.

"Yeah, it did. It scared the h*ll out of me." Steve sighed shakily.

"I'm sorry to have frightened you, my love." Thor replied, frowning.

"I'm just glad you're okay. I don't even wanna think of the possibility of losing you." Steve said hugging his boyfriend.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, brushing back Thor's hair.

"Tired....and hungry." Thor answered.

"Okay, I made you soup earlier, it's probably cold now but I'll warm it back up for you." Steve said standing up from the chair he was sitting in.

Before leaving the medbay, Steve kisses Thor's forehead. He returns a few minutes later with a rewarmed bowl of soup and gives it to the ill Asgardian.

"This soup was delicious, Steven, thank you." Thor said when he finished eating.

"You're welcome, dear." Steve said, taking the empty bowl from Thor and setting it aside.

Luckily for the two of them, Thor didn't get any worse from there and got better after three more days. By the time Thor was back to full health, Steve was extremely exhausted and a little sleep deprived, so Thor made him lay down and catch up on his sleep. He tucks him into bed and kisses his head, promising to take him on a proper date once he's fully rested.

A/N: sorry that this took forever to update.