gods don't sick.
or at least, that's what loki thought.
it was the end of mobius' shift, where he would usually just get home, then make dinner, shower, and possibly even watch TV if he wasn't too tired.
but, today was different; the god of mischief was... sick. he had the common flu, causing his nose to be red, and having the sniffles every 10 seconds or so. mobius; with this knowledge has to go to the grocery store to pick up soup for him. he has no clue what soup loki likes,
but he chose the classic; chicken noodle soup. everybody likes chicken noodle soup, surely.
he purchased it, also picking up a carbonated beverage for himself as a treat. he got to his apartment, unlocking the brown door;
then finding loki laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with the TV on. has he just been sitting like that for hours?
"hi loki, how are you feeling?"
loki rumbled, because his throat was too sharp to talk.
"i didn't know what you liked, so i just picked up some chicken noodle soup for you."
loki stayed silence, but mobius could feel the 'thankfulness' radiating off of him.
mobius opened the lid, poured it in a bowl, preheated water; then put it in the bowl; mixing it then taking the soup,
walking over to loki whos laying there, motionless on the dull-green couch.
mobius crouched on the ground, with the 6'2 man taking up the entire couch.
"gods don't get sick." loki mumbled
"tell me about it." mobius said with a chuckle
mobius spoon-fed loki, treating him like a little baby.
this was quite ironic for mobius, because loki usually acts all high and mighty while he isn't sick, but the lack of energy is stopping him from doing so.
"you'll get better, just you wait."
"thank you, mobius"
mobius simply just layed down on the bed, researching some documents as he saw loki laying there on the couch.
mobius has to take care of a big baby, for the time being. but he loves the guy; so what does it matter. :)
(i'll probably be uploading these less so im sorry sjsjsjjs)
