Collection of One-Shots

》healer

You groan inwardly as you see the two brothers fighting in the garden, Thor has a makeshift hammer in his hand and Loki wielded a twig, about the length of a dagger. Their bickering voices disturb you from your book and you look up to see the brawl begin. Only minutes pass before Thor is skipping past you, victorious smile on his rather chubby face, though you hardly care about the golden prince. Immediately you are walking down the cobble path until you see Loki, your best friend, sitting against one of the stone fountains, his arms crossed and lips in a pout.

There is a cut on his cheek, not serious enough to bother Eir about. You lift your small hand to the prince's cheek and whisper the words your mother had taught you, a dim glow comes from your palm and within seconds the cut is gone, the only evidence it was ever there was drying blood. His lifts his own hand to his cheek, eyes wide. You had never shown your capability of magic, your mother had told you to keep it hidden before she died and you did. "How did you do that?" Loki demands, his voice failing to be daunting.

"You forget too often that I am a light elf, Loki. Magic is natural among us." As if to reiterate your words you pull aside your hair and reveal the pointed ears that you try so hard to conceal. He only grins, realizing the possibilities of having someone that could perform magic besides his mother.

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"What have you done now Loki?" You look up from your book as the prince stumbles into your room in the late hours of the night.

"That idiotic boor thought it to be wise to agitate a bilgesnipe while we were hunting." You sigh and motion for Loki to join you. He sits on the edge of your bed and you begin untying the leather vambraces from his forearms and the belt around his waist. He lifts his arms above his head with a grimace as you pull the tunic away to reveal the avulsion on his side.

"Loki, maybe you should have went to Eir this time." You prod the surrounding skin with your fingers and grimace as blood begins to run down his side. Fervently he shakes his head, assuring you that you could heal him just as well as Eir since you were now her apprentice. You tuck your hair behind your pointed ears and concentrate, whispering the ancient language causing your hand to emit a dim white glow.

He hisses through clenched teeth when your hand presses against the wound, his hands clenching into your bed sheets. It takes longer this time as it was not a simply bump or cut, those could be healed within seconds and you had healed many for Loki since the day in the gardens. "You look quite fetching when you scrunch your nose up like that." His voice is obscure and you do not take his words to heart, blaming it simply on the pain he was in.

"Hush, Loki." You move your hand away and settle it against the second bottom half of the cut. Loki curses beneath his breath and leans forward, his head resting against your stomach. At first you tense but soon begin to run your free hand through his hair, he hums in content.

You take your hand away after several long minutes and see that the flesh as knitted itself back together, methodically you retrieve a damp cloth and basin of water from the washroom and begin to clean his side of blood. Rinsing the rag, you inspect the area again, satisfied with your work. But the dirt on Loki's face is far from satisfying. He remains silent as you bring the cloth to his face and gently scrub away the mud on his forehead and cheeks until his skin is a clean and pale as it usually is. He stands and walks to your mirror, looking over his healed side as you set aside the cloth and basin.

"I must say, you get better every time." He smiles and though it is meant to be a compliment you scoff. You hated to see Loki hurt. It takes a moment before you realize he is staring at you and you stand rooted in place when he take three long strides to stand in front of you. He is no longer the boy from the gardens, he's grown handsome in the years and is truly a prince now. "You should wear your hair pulled back. I think your ears are enchanting." You blush and look down at your night dress, you can even feel your ears grown hot.