Dog Days

Chapter 89

Through each day, Loki begins to get more and more of his strength back. After a week, he made it to the balcony, without any trouble. Then the takes his morning nap, and wakes up for dinner and a mostly independent shower.

After that, he goes to bed, and I take my meds, before spooning up next to him.

According to him, I sleep through his early morning talks with Hela, which normally lasts about twenty minutes.

As soon as Loki could walk without collapsing, about two weeks after his first steps, we got moved.

As I walk out of the elevator on level forty-two, I find it's got a lounge on the left side of the hall. On the right is a small area with a mini fridge, a coffee maker, a kettle, and a cabinet pantry. The rest of the right side has shelves of books, and at the end is a documenting station, with loads of file cabinets, computers, and a handful of desks.

On the opposite side is a the room. There's a wall sectioning it off from the lounge. The door is glass, much like the rest of the wall facing the desks, and the other side is just a large wall of glass panels. There's a dresser and television on the wall dividing it from the lounge. The bed is a queen, on the wall opposite, with a bathroom and closet hidden behind the bed. A built in bench runs the length of the windows.

Loki sits in the armchair next to the bed, vaguely watching the television. He gives me a tired smile, before remarking "Welcome to the observation wing. I'm not dying, anymore, so here I am."

Natasha sighs as she walks out of the bathroom "Your clothes are in the closet. We'll leave you two be, but we'll be back with dinner."

As she walks out, Loki looks over to the bed and remarks "It's a shame we won't break it in while we're here."

I take a deep breath and declare "Our bed back home is a king. Besides the past few months, it's been slept in less than twenty times. Even after laying on it for three months, it's still very fresh."

He smirks at me "That won't last long." He stands up with the help of his crutch and hobbles over to the bed. He takes a seat and grabs the remote off the nightstand "I want to take an edible and watch Family Guy. Wanna join?"

I scoff, before remarking "Is that even a question?"

He lays back and grabs a plastic jar of edibles out of the nightstand. When he sits up, he places his hand over his stomach. He sighs as he looks up to me "Can't even sit up right."

I give him a tired smile "You had abdominal surgery. What did you expect?"

He opens the jar and remarks "Doesn't make it less annoying."

I smirk as I sit next to him on the bed "Most of my clothes don't fit, anymore. Some because I gained weight, some because my shoulders got bigger, and some because the scar rubs against a seam and it bugs the hell out of me."

He smiles at me as he offers me a few edibles. I quickly chew them down, before I ask "Where did you get edibles?"

He pops a few in his mouth, only to tell me "They've been here since I was here, last year. This is my quarters, here."

I furrow my brow and he tosses the edibles back in the nightstand. He pushes me back onto the bed and lays on me, tiredly. He looks up at me with tired eyes, only to smile "You're hard as a rock."

His hand grips my cock through my sweatpants and I sigh "It's the meds."

Loki hums as he looks me over, lovingly "I can take care of that, for you, darling." He looks up at me with his vibrant green eyes that could get me naked in five seconds flat.