Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

Two Heads Are Better Than One - Thor & Loki

Two Heads Are Better Than One
Request for Miriam Thordóttir
A/N: A bit shorter.

A sneeze escaped your sinuses and your hand reached shakily for the box of tissues on the nightstand. After blowing your nose, the tissue fell to the floor with the rest of its fallen friends, creating a crumbled white mountain.
"Morning, love," a silky voice called, followed by the door closing. "How are you feeling?"
You groaned as though you were dying, curling further into your blanket sauna. Loki chuckled at your reaction, setting a mug of tea and a package of Saltine crackers on the nightstand beside the tissue box. You reached for said box, requiring another tissue for your still dripping nose, only to find air and thin cardboard. A whine left your throat before the door opened again.
"Are you feeling any better?" a deep voice inquired, stepping into the room. A brand new box of tissues was set on the table after being ripped open. You hummed gratefully before plucking a few tissues and pulling them back into your sauna.
"I'll take that as a no," Thor stated, setting the bottles of pills and water beside the mug of tea. Loki moved to the other side of the bed and sat down, trying to pry the covers away from your head.
"Come on, love," he cooed softly. You whimpered as the blankets were pulled back, revealing your red, sniffling face. He chuckled softly, sliding under the covers and cuddling into your side. His left arm served as a surrogate pillow, your head burying into his shoulder. His hand played with your hair while his right rubbed soothing circles on your back.
"Are you hungry, Lady (y/n)?" Thor inquired. You managed a small nod before realizing that you'd have to sit up to eat. Loki sat up slightly, pulling you up with him. He kept you tucked into his side with his arm around you while Thor opened the package of crackers before passing them to you. You retrieved a cracker with a shaky hand, nibbling on the salty snack.
"Do you need pain killers?" Loki asked gently, looking down at you. You nodded slowly.
"Head or stomach?" Thor inquired, looking between the two bottles.
"Head..." you croaked out, stuffing the rest of the cracker into your mouth. Thor nodded and opened the appropriate bottle, pouring a couple of pills into his hand. He then sat on the edge of the bed on your left side, offering you the pills before reaching to grab and open the water bottle. You swallowed the medicine and downed half of the water before handing it back to the blond.
"Would you like some soup?" Loki asked as you leaned against his side. You nodded softly. Thor held out his hands as Loki's hovered over them, wiggling his fingers. Green magic emanated between the two sets of hands, forming a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. A couple more finger wiggles added some ice to the bowl, cooling it down enough for you to eat. Thor held a spoonful of the broth to your lips, smiling as you gently slurped it down.
"You know you two don't have to stay here with me," you mumbled, coughing at the end.
"We want to," Loki replied with a soft smile as you continued eating. You managed a small smile after finishing off your soup, snuggling into the thin man's side. Thor set the bowl on the table before climbing under the covers, lying down beside you. You smiled up at him as his bulky arm draped across your stomach, fingers gently rubbing your skin to soothe the ache before it started. You closed your eyes and 'hmm'ed softly, enjoying their loving touches. Thor's right arm propped up his head, allowing him to smile down at you. You began drifting in and out of consciousness, whimpering softly. Thor and Loki shared a look before pressing the backs of their hands to your forehead, hissing in response. Your head was burning as though it were on fire. They shared another look before nodding, Thor returning his hand back to your belly while Loki's remained on your head. He closed his eyes and his body shifted, changing from pale to blue, runes forming along his skin. His now blue hand rested gently on your forehead, transferring a comfortable cold to your skin. Your lips opened to let out a contented sigh as you leaned into the touch, welcoming the icy feeling. You soon fell asleep, wrapped up in Thor's warmth and Loki's ice.

Thankfully they were gods, and it took a lot more for their immune systems to screw up and get them sick than it did for you.