Asgard's Angel

The Cure

Asgard's Angel chapter 10

Loki was waiting outside the library when Angel arrived the next morning. He offered her an arm. "Care for a tour?" She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked. He smiled slightly, and she had to try and blowtorch the butterflies that took flight because of it. She hated the fact that they were there in the first place.

"Anywhere you want."

As soon as her hand touched his arm, it was as if Loki's senses went into overdrive. He was suddenly aware of everything he was doing. He fought to keep the panic from rising in his chest at the sudden overload. He was used to feeling a diluted version of this whenever Angel was around, but never before had it been this strong, not even the other times she had held his arm. Trying to act as if nothing was wrong, he led her through the castle, narrating. He cast a glance down, worried that he might be boring her. But she seemed to be enjoying herself, and there was something in her eyes. It looked like wistfulness.

Angel had no idea how many memories the tour would awake. Every room, every corridor, every stained glass window, it seemed, unlocked another glimpse of her past life. She tried to keep it hidden, adopting a calm yet slightly interested face. It was becoming harder to control her emotions around him, years upon years of mastering the skill and here it was going down the drain. She was beginning to expect what was causing it, and the thought was terrifying.

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The tour was just ending when Angel and Loki were approached by a servant. She handed him the paper and ran off. Angel looked looked at him as he read, watching his face change. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly. He crumpled the letter.

"Nothing," he said with a smile.

"Liar," she accused. "I saw your frown as you read the note. What's the problem?"

He bit his lip. "Thor hasn't gotten any better. Our bodies heal faster than humans, and he should be almost better, but his is still the same as last night."

Loki could see the concern etched into her face, and pain shot through his heart. She obviously had feelings for his brother. He finalized the notion when she asked to see him. But who was he to refuse? She took his arm again and he led her to the infirmary.

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Thor was lying on a table, shirt off to give the wound air. Angel could've peaked at his muscles, but she a) didn't care and b) was too focused on the wound slashed across his stomach. She moved closer, but two nurses blocked her way. Loki put his hand on her shoulder, setting her insides on fire and convincing the nurses to move away. Pulling away from him, she washed her hands and began to examine Thor, unceremoniously sticking her fingers into the wound. It had not healed any further since she had healed it the night before. There was nothing in the wound that could hinder the process, and from what she could see there was no sign of infection, although one could potentially onset if the gash was left open for too long. Angel stepped back and looked at the wound in a whole. "The skin is oddly pale," she murmured. "Is he awake?"

Thor groaned. "If I wasn't before I am now." She turned to one of the nurses.

"Do you have a scalpel?"

The girl looked at her. "A scalpel miss?"

"A small knife, used for preforming surgery?" The girl handed her a tool. Angel made a small incision on the pale skin below the gash. "Did you feel that?" She asked.