Winter Sunshine

Just Dying

A/N:The title does not say it all, man.

She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about what had happened. When he hadn't come out after a few seconds, she wondered how hard she had actually hit him, and then she looked down at her hands.

They were blue. She must've turned into Ravennha when Loki had spoken into her ear.

Now she really felt bad.

She got up to apologise to Loki, and make sure he was okay. Her hand was on the door-knob when she realised she was still Ravennha. She leaned against the door, and willed herself to change back. With her ear against the door, she could hear muffled moans of pain.

She opened the door, and knelt by Loki's prone body, gently stroking his hair.

'Sorry, Loki,' she whispered, 'I didn't realise I was still Ravennha. Are you okay?'

He moaned again, and turned on his side to face her.

'I'm  -  fine,' he panted, 'Just   -  dying,   -  that's   -  all.'

She closed her eyes, and turned into Ravennha. She knew her way around his room just as well as she did hers, and she could easily navigate with her eyes closed. Savannah wouldn't be able to carry Loki, but Ravennha would. After she was out of the bathroom, she opened her eyes, and lay him on the bed.

'Are you okay? Did I hit you that hard?'

'Yes.'

'Sorry.' Ravennha turned back into Savannah, and sat down next to him. She pulled his head into her lap, and rubbed his stomach slowly. Then, with dextrous fingers, she removed the outer layer of his armour.

'What are you doing?'

'According to the tests SHIELD did, I have a stronger punch than Bruce on a bad day. I want to make sure I haven't damaged you internally.'

'I'm fine.'

'That's what you said the last time, and you clearly weren't.'

She removed the last part of his upper armour, and ran cool fingers down his torso.

Self-control, don't fail me now.

Loki laughed weakly, and attempted to sit up. She quickly pushed him down.

'Loki, forget your pride, I don't want you to get any more hurt. Okay?'

'Yes,' he muttered, 'I am fine now.'

'Don't lie to me, my maternal instincts can tell.'

This time, Loki didn't even laugh, but just smiled briefly.

Savannah brought her face closer to his chest, and frowned.

'You've got bruises.'

'Yes, it was quite a potent strike.'

'I don't know whether I should be shocked/pleased that I've bruised a god, or shocked/horrified.'

'That is not helping.'

'Sorry. Is there anything else I can do?'

'Just please don't stop rubbing.'

'Okay.'

'How do you know what to do if someone has a sore stomach?'

'Bad child-hood, remember?'

'Right, sorry.'

'It's okay.'

Loki moaned again, and Savannah flinched.

'Am I hurting you?'

'No, it-it feels good.'

'Tell me if I hurt you, alright?'

'I will.'

Loki scrunched up his face, and groaned loudly.

'That hurt.'

'Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.'

'I'm fine now.'

Loki tried to sit up again, and Savannah pushed him down again.

'Loki, if you try to get up before I say you can, I will restrain you.'

'But I'm perfectly fine.'

'No you're not. I think you're internally bruised.'

Loki winced.