Soul Healer (Loki x Reader)

36

"Guys, you are just the sweetest things, but I swear I am fine!" You pulled up the sleeves of the oversized, forest-green hoodie you were wearing before gratefully reaching out to take the steaming mug Natasha was offering you; you took a moment to enjoy the warmth of the cup in your hands before sipping some of the tea, resting your back on the couch's pillow.

The January weather was freezing cold and a thick downpour was washing away the last snowdrifts, stripping NY from the last hint of Christmas magic: the holiday season was over, and all decorations had been already removed, the lights of the city restored to the standard ones.

You didn't care, at all. Being at home again felt still as an unbelievable blessing, and laying on your favorite couch of the Tower's living room, right in front of a crackling fireplace, surrounded by your friends and your beloved one seemed yet a sort of dream.

"Ok, but it's time for your pills. And don't look me like that!" Natasha bid you, deliberately ignored the rolling of your eyes and the pathetic complaining sound you let out, and bent to hand out the second mug to Clint, who was laying flat on the couch near yours.

Needless to say, the entire team had literally turned into a hoard of over-caring siblings, relieved and happy you were back at home, and you deeply appreciated the warmth and friendship with which all of them were taking care of your recovery.

Still, you didn't like drugs, especially the heavy and disgusting-tasting ones. Physicians are always the worst patients, sad truth.

"I really don't see why I have to take them just for a couple of stitches. I am fine!" Your hand fumbled over the thick bandages encasing your ribs and for a moment it was hard to ignore the real pain in the side of your body. Adjusting on your spot, you carefully managed not to moan.

"Y/N, give up." Clint grinned, trying to sit upright on his spot, hauled by Nat. "She is not gonna- Ouch!" He gritted his teeth and hissed, taking grip of his aching side with his left hand as he leaned forward to get his pills from the small table. "I am so sorry, Clint. I really wish to help you with that wound..." you surveyed his suffering expression, disappointed and sad, but he dismissed you with a wave of his hand and a warm smile, plopping flat again onto the couch with a moan.

Your powers weren't came back yet, not completely at least, so the two of you were still recovering from your injuries in the 'traditional' way. The internal pain had been severe the first few days, but the soreness from the bruised ribs promised to hang on for awhile longer.

Plus, you were still just extremely tired, and weak and pale-sick despite few weeks already passed by. Maybe it was the fact that your magic was still high into your body, a feeling of electricity constantly running across it, but you weren't able to turn it down or channel it in whatever way. Overall, despite you didn't want to admit it, you were suffering the pains of hell: you had the unsettling feeling your entire body was sort of rebuilding itself from inside-out.

Regardless, you couldn't help yourself to feel useless: without your healing skills you couldn't help any other member of the team (Clint was the worst injuried after the rescue mission) and the feelings of frustration and anger was almost visible all the time on your face.

"Nothing." Bruce emerged out of the elevator, crossed the room and dropped into one of the armchairs, pinching his nose with his fingers and rubbing his eyes' balls roughly, huffing. "Any of the tests results are ok, Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you."

"Apparently." You added dryly, thus not wanting to sound mean or rude, but glancing at the clear, brilliant shadows that were dancing underneath the skin of your forearms.

"Tony is still downstairs, he has a couple of options more. No one is giving up, Y/N. We will figure out how to help you." Bruce added quickly, with a sort of apologetic glance that broke your heart.