Loki Oneshots (Requests Open :D)

No Longer Alone (Loki X Sylvie)

TW: illness and vomiting
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"Well, that was a complete waste of time," Sylvie grumbles as she steps through the time door. She steps out into an apartment; it's her and Loki's apartment, to be exact. It's not too big, but it's big enough for the two of them. The walls are a light brown, and the only furniture in the apartment are a bed, a couch, a table, a desk, and a bookshelf. There's a small kitchen and a bathroom, which is a pretty good size. She honestly still can't believe she's living in the TVA, considering how she said she'd never come back here. It was just too inconvenient to be living on a separate timeline because they were constantly being called to go on missions.

"I wouldn't say it was a complete waste," Loki disagrees as he follows her through the door. "At least now we know that there really is a Kang variant hiding somewhere in Detroit, Michigan."

"Always the optimist, are you?" Sylvie sarcastically comments as she shrugs her jacket off. A shiver runs down her frame, and she quickly tries to hide it.

Loki, being the incredibly observant god that he is, immediately notices that something is off. Her shoulders are too tense, and she's not complaining as much as she normally does after a failed mission. "Are you alright?" he questions as he studies her.

Sylvie meets his gentle and caring expression with anger. "Of course I am," she bristles. She has always used anger and hostility to hide her true emotions. Constantly being on the run didn't exactly give her a chance to get close to people. She's always had to be tough to survive. "I'm just tired," she tacts on for good measure when Loki still doesn't look convinced.

"If you say so," he finally gives in. He knows pushing Sylvie to talk will do more harm than good. Instead of staying there and interrogating her, he decides it's better if he gives her space. "I'll be in the bathroom if you need anything," he tells her before leaving her alone.

As soon as he's out of sight, she lets her shoulders relax. She clenches her teeth as another huge shiver wracks her frame. This morning she woke up with a slight headache, which was nothing she couldn't muscle through. Throughout the day, though, the little headache turned into a pounding headache, a sore throat, chills, aches, and nausea. It's a miracle she managed to make it through the mission. It's safe to say that she now feels like complete shit.

She's braved horrible storms, lived through apocalypses, and even managed to survive decades of being hunted by the TVA. Of course she can beat one measly flu. Even as she thinks this, though, she finds herself curling up on the bed and falling into a light slumber.

Loki finishes up in the bathroom and walks back into the main area. He hopes Sylvie has worked through whatever was wrong and is back to her old self. He's completely shocked when he spots Sylvie curled up in their bed already asleep. "Hmm, maybe she really was just tired," he murmurs to himself as he looks at her sleeping form.

He carefully turns the lights off before crawling into bed next to her. She's on top of the covers, so he has to be very careful not to wake her up. Before he drifts off to sleep, he gently wraps an arm around her waist.

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Sleep only granted Sylvie a couple hours of relief. She quickly startles awake when a wave of nausea hits her. A quiet groan escapes her as she turns to look at the clock, which she can just make out in the darkness of the room. The clock shows that it's just after three in the morning.

Loki is still asleep next to her, despite the fact that his arm dropped onto the bed when she sat up. Another shiver wracks her body as she hastily gets out of bed and races to the bathroom. She just barely makes it to the toilet before she finds herself violently throwing up.