"They've returned to Asgard?"
You stop what you are doing and dash down to the Great Hall of the palace, every other though flying out of the window. You haven't seen your father, a general, and your best friends for months and months because of the war that had broken out in some faraway Realm.
"Father!" you cry at the sight of him and tackle him with a hug. He smiles and pats you on the back. "You're all right, then?" you ask, examining him.
"Yes, yes, quite all right," he responds, "Don't you worry."
You grin at him and turn to see Odin and Thor standing not far from you and give them a little bow. "My King – my Prince – I am glad that you are back."
Odin smiles and nods at you before his attention is drawn away by Frigga. Looking at Thor, you see something in his expression. You walk to him and ask him what's wrong. "Where's Loki?" you ask, realizing that you haven't seen him.
"He's hurt," Thor says.
Your eyes widen. "Is it bad?" your voice turns into a whisper without you really realizing. Thor nods. "Where is he?" you ask, your voice shaking.
"He was taken to the healing room – "
Before he can finish you have run off.
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You pace your room anxiously, waiting. The healers had refused to let you into the healing room, and upon your insistence had agreed to notify you the moment Loki is discharged.
You jump when someone knocks on your door. It is your father.
"Loki is sent back to his room now," he tells you.
You gulp. "How is he?"
"Go and see. I'm sure he'll want to see you." You nod.
"Loki?" you say quietly as you push his door open. The room is dark, but you can make out his figure on the bed. You close the door and walk to his bedside. His eyes are open and on you. "How are you feeling?" you pull his chair over and sit down.
He smiles. You can see beads of sweat on his lips. "Better now that you're here." He pulls his hand out from beneath the covers and you take it.
"Your hands are cold," you remark, brushing away his cold sweat with your fingertip; he closes his eyes momentarily when your skin makes contact with his lips.
"I'm fine, really," he says, trying to sit up and prove his words to you, "It's just a cut my leg – "
"Loki, don't – " you gasp. Too late; he flinches and his face scrunches up in pain when he disturbs his wound. You throw his covers open to see his bandaged wound, blood blossoming on the bandage like a flower. You let Loki squeeze your hand. When the pain subsides he leans his head back against the headboard, panting. "Don't move," you tell him, and fetch some bandages from servants.
"What are you doing?" he asks you when you unravel his bloodied bandages.
"These are soaked already, you need fresh ones," you say, working on him. Your heart thuds when you see how severe the cut is. You can feel Loki's eyes on you, watching you closely. You blink away the tears that threaten to form and get to work, trying to be as gentle as you can. Loki does not say anything, and you work in silence.
"There you go," you say when you're done. "Don't you move again," you warn him, turning to glare at him sternly. But suddenly he tugs at your wrist, and you are thrusted towards him. His lips press against yours with a burning passion. You can feel them molding against your mouth, soft yet strong. Caught off guard, you do not return the kiss; your eyes, however, roll upwards involuntarily.
When you break apart, you stare at him with round eyes. His green eyes search yours, silently asking you a question.
"Wh-what was that for?" you stutter.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he says quietly, his eyes locked on you. Your mind shuts down and your body freezes. You see his face getting nearer, and nearer – before you feel his lips on yours again, your eyes flutter to a close. This time, you kiss him back.
