Return to Midgard

Chapter Seven

The doctor was quick to enter the room, brown hues gazing over Loki as he studied the trickster for a moment, however the silence was killing him. "And you are here why?" Loki asked venom dripping off of his lips as his stare grew icy, deadly. This didn't faze the doctor though for he was certainly used to such gestures, words from varies of patients: so Loki's little episode didn't do a damn thing, yet alone scare the other off. And for that the raven haired man just shut up and looked the other way, not entirely sure if he wanted to say anything else or not. "Surprised to see you here again" the doctor spoke, pushing up his glasses as his curly brown hair caught a glimpse of the sun outside. "I don't know you mortal" he spat, rolling his emerald hues causing the doctor to shake his head. "That's because you've only met the other guy, not me" Banner spoke in his usual calm tone, tilting his head slightly to see if the trickster actually did know what he was talking about.

A silent breeze danced throughout the room, Loki's brow cocking up upon the mention of the other guy. Was this possibly one of Thor's so called Avenger friends? The mortals he had overly grown fond of? Oh indeed it was and knowing this gave the emerald hued man the perfect opportunity to put that silver tongue of his to work pursue Banner into taking him to the rest of the Avengers. Oh, but the very thought was too good and Loki knew much difficulty was to come from this little plan of his, but it was worth a shot was it not? Perhaps. "Ah, the one whom managed to make my day even worse. I remember you very well, though last time you were very green and rather large. As you said the other guy was out to play, and oh did he ever play" the trickster taunted, his signature smirk forming along his thin lips, hues darkened. All the good doctor needed was a little push, and was Loki ever going to give him that push.

Taking a seat next to the bed ridden Loki, Banner began to tap his pen against the clipboard, wondering to himself if this was the right moment to inform Tony that the God of Mischief has returned, but was well mortal? Or maybe just to keep it to himself and let the other roam again knowing that there wasn't much he was able to do in this state, unless death glares counted as something. However, Bruce was slightly curious onto why he was here, how he got here and why he was basically upon his deathbed between his old wounds and the new ones sustained by the car hitting him. So many thoughts were running through the doctors mind that he had almost forgotten that the other indeed had said something. "Know your little word games wont work, Loki" he calmly said, taking a few notes before standing up once more. "You should be fine to go by morning" - "That's all? Nothing? Not going to take me to your friends, boasting about how you caught the trickster, got him right where he belongs"     

  

Bruce simply brushed off Loki's words and left the rather annoyed man once more, earning a long frustrated sigh and a groan to follow. What was he to do now? He was bed bound and almost unable to move, body ached and his head was pounding harder than the thunderstorms Thor so desperately loves to create for no apparent reason, or when he was upset, doing the naughty even. Just the very thought of his so called brother made Loki sick, feel even more worse then he was already which he thought to be impossible: yet here he was, drowning in his own self pity, hate. "For the love of Hel!" the raven haired man yelled, causing a few heads to turn as they walked by, brows raising. "Be gone mortal, you are not worth my time nor presence" - "That man needs to be sent to the insane asylum"