BlindSight: A Thor (Loki) Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Home For The Blind

Loki P.O.V.

The trip was surprisingly exhausting even if it was merely a short distance. My injuries must have been worse than I had originally thought. I may be stronger than Midgardian mortals, but a fall from the Bifrost could have killed anyone. Still, it was pathetic for a king to be so helpless.

As soon as we entered the house, Mandy gently sat me down on a soft lounge seat. “Stay here and make yourself comfortable. I’ll go get the first aid kit.” She said before disappearing into a corridor. While she was away, I took the chance to observe the contents of her home. Quite frankly, it was a bit messy. There were shelves and tables filled with strange Midgardian objects. How she managed to locate anything here, I would never know. The floor however was completely clear of clutter.

I searched for any sign that showed that other people shared this house with the girl, but there was none. Is it possible that the girl lived alone? How could she manage to do anything without her eyes?

“I’m back.” Mandy called out as she returned, bringing a bowl of ice, a cloth and a white box with a red cross on it. She handed the bowl to me but I simply looked at it before asking, “What do I do? Eat it?” She gave a small laugh before saying, “No, you’re supposed to do this.” She took out some pieces of ice and wrapped it with the cloth. She then asked, “Where did I kick you?” I led her free hand to my side. She touched the area and said, “You’re clothes are too thick. You won’t be able to feel the ice through it.”  I thought to myself. Of course it had to be thick! The point was to keep me warm if I ever needed to be in cold places like Jotunheim.

“So what now?” I impatiently asked. She went quiet for a moment, possibly thinking what could be done. She then shyly said, “If it’s alright with you, you could remove your clothes.” There was no malice in the way she said it. She knew it was an awkward thing to ask from a male stranger, but she tried to assure me that she was simply trying to help. “You’ll feel the cold compress better that way and I’m blind so I won’t see anything.” She said.

I silently agreed and began to remove the upper portion of my clothing. I felt rather fortunate that I had reverted from my armored form to my regular clothes before landing on Earth. I did feel pain however as I tried to take off each layer. My body must have been covered in bruises. “Do you need help?” Mandy suddenly asked. I deduced she heard my groans of pain and knew that it hurt to move.

I did not reply, but she assisted me nonetheless. It was still surprising how she correctly guessed how to pull the parts off of me. Once I was completely topless, she took out the cloth with ice again. She gently touched my side and asked, “Is it here?” I looked at her and the area she was referring to. I saw a small bruise, but it was not at all serious. I told her, “Yes, but it does not hurt as much as by back.” She smiled saying, “So the worst damage was not my fault. Still, let’s make it better.” She placed the ice where her hand once was. She rubbed it lightly to avoid worsening the bruise.

She was right, the soreness did lessen. However, I also felt a strange combination of comfort and awkwardness with the situation. Here I was, bare and helpless in her care, but somehow, it felt good.

“That should do it. Let’s take care of your back, now.” Mandy said as she finished with my side. She squeezed out the water from the cloth into the bowl, and wrapped another piece of ice in it. I sat up a bit to allow her access. Her hands brushed against my skin before she found my back. I shuddered a bit at the gesture but she did not seem to notice.

She pressed the cold cloth on me and I suddenly found myself lost in that inviting sensation of comfort. What was it that kept bringing there? How did such a simple act feel so wonderful? Was it the relief from the pain or something else? Was it the cool ice, or the warm hands?