Avengers Imagines

Ch. 26~Nurses and Wounds-Loki Fluff

"It's only a minor wound." I assure Thor once again.

He screws up his mouth at me as blood continues to stain the white bandages. "Even if that were true, I don't look forward to Loki's reaction. He's angered by the mere thought of you in pain. I can't imagine he'll be pleased that your life's blood is leaking from your body." Thor grins over at me as he continues to help me limp towards the gate.

I think on it for a moment. "Perhaps to the infirmary first then?" I suggest and Thor laughs heartily as we finally come to the bridge.

"Heimdall!" Thor yells and after a second, the bridge opens and we're shooting back home. As we land, my knees buckle and I fall to my knees. Thor falls with me and looks worriedly at the blood dripping from my side.

"I concede it. I may be more injured than previously thought."  I grunt and find my feet once again with Thor's help.

"You are in dire need of healing, my lady." Heimdall declares and I glance at him in disdain.

"Oh really? I wasn't aware." I ground out and glance up when I hear the clacking of horse hooves.

"My eye was on you both in battle, so I already sent for the healers for you. Is that not helpful?" Heimdall sasses and I send him a grateful look.

"I should have known the gatekeeper of Asgard had something up his sleeve. My apologies."

Thor steps forward and helps me into the arms of the guard nearest us. "Enough. You must go now." Thor directs the last sentence to the guard with a sincere firmness, but I grab Thor's arm before we leave.

"You mustn't tell Loki of this." I tell him and squeeze his arm hard.

Thor smirks. "I don't willingly tell Loki anything." I smile before being whisked off to the infirmary.

The healers have only just given me a potion for the pain when Loki arrives with all the bluster and blunder of an angry god. "WHY WAS I NOT TOLD OF THIS IMMEDIATELY?" He thunders and rushes to my side. "My love?" He calls and his tender tone captures all of my attention.

"I'm fine. Your concern is dear to me, but unwarranted." My words have no effect on him, however, when he sees a healer peel back the blood-soaked cloth from my wound. His bright green eyes meet mine and provide an anchor for me to focus upon.

"Unwarranted? Blood is pumping out of your body like the falls of old!" I wince as the healers' hands lie upon the wound and Loki automatically takes my hand in his.

"The healers know their craft well. I'll be put right before the sun sets." I assure his frantic eyes and pull our clasped hands to my chest; over my heart. "See? My heart beats strong and steady for you, love."

A shaky smile appears on his face hovering above me and distracts me from my pain. "It may as well be my heart for how much I need it to continue beating. It is as essential to my life continuing as my own." Loki leans over and kisses our intertwined hands. "Why did you not tell me of you and Thor's plans? I would have protected you."

Gasping at the pain, I shake my head. "No. That...that is exactly why I did not tell you." Loki's brows furrow at this new revelation as I struggle to speak. "To see you risk your life for mine is a pain greater than any wound." I tell him and watch confusion cross his face.

"Does Thor not do the same? Yet you run off, without my knowledge of the danger you pursue, with him to do battle?" He asks softly and wipes a tear of pain from my cheek.

I smile, or grimace, I suspect. "You are reckless for me, beloved." I reach over and caress his cheek, staining it with my blood. "You risk your life for mine as if they are not one and the same." The words I speak are honest and he knows it, that's why I'm spared from his scolding for a moment.