A Whole Bunch of Loki's

And I Love, Animal - Werewolf Loki - Part One

Loki jolted awake with a soft gasp, his entire being aching as if he'd been hit by a thousand Mjolnirs.

His head was the worst, a terrible dull pounding thumped behind his eyes, making even the smallest bit of natural light that was seeping in through the parted curtains feel like a stabbing pain to his pupils.

As he shifted on the narrow surface he was led on, a pain erupted across his torso and shoulder. With a brief glance down, Loki noted the bandages poking out from underneath the grey blanket that was pulled up to rest just below his collarbone.

Whilst gritting his teeth through the pain, Loki pushed himself to sit up and rested his back against the arm of the settee he had been sleeping on, the blanket that had been covering him pooling into his lap and showing to anyone who entered that he was very much nude and as the material shifted he could feel a cold breeze coasting though the room.

With a small shudder, he pulls the blanket back around his hips and looks around.

The room he was in was quite large, though smaller than anything Loki was accustomed to back in Asgard, he'd say the room was about average size for a servant's living quarters back at the palace.

Small knickknacks decorated shelves and units surrounding him, any space that wasn't taken up by a chair or the settee seemed to have a bookshelf in, something which peaked his interest and he mentally reminded himself that he'd need to browse through later.

Although the room he was in was silent, from somewhere over his shoulder Loki could hear faint and soft singing, it wasn't a song he recognised but he didn't have to for it to draw his attention.

He had gathered that he wouldn't be alone here, had he been then he'd have been able to recall at least some memory of getting undressed, bandaging a wound he had no recollection of getting and then covering himself with a blanket after lying on a settee in an unfamiliar house.

Even with any stretch of the imagination, he couldn't even think of not having any memories of what must have taken a fair amount of time to complete.

Loki took another deep breath and prepared to move again, holding the blanket around his hips as he slowly shifted his legs off the cushions and onto the floor.

Every now and then he'd feel a twinge of pain that caused him to hiss, but he continued until he was swivelled into a position he could stand up from.

"Oh, you're awake I see."

Loki started at the voice coming from beside him, he hadn't heard any traces of movement at any point, though he had been distracted by the pain coursing through him.

"I guess I am," he replied, the coarse sound of his voice surprising him a little.

"I'm sorry about your state of undress, but it was needed."

"Speaking of, why am I naked?"

He heard a soft laugh at his question as the one he was speaking to finally stepped into view.

"It was necessary for seeing to your wounds."

"Wounds?"

"Yes, you were quite scratched up when I found you."

"Where did you find me? Actually, where am I?"

You smiled and set down a tray you had been carrying, on top there was a glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal with some fruits beside it and a small medical kit.

After it was safely on the table you sat down on a part of the settee Loki was no longer taking up and gave him a soft, nurse by a bedside look.

"You're currently in England, we're just outside the forest of Sally in the Woods."

Loki frowned a little and shook his head, completely unaware of where you were talking about geographically.

You let out a soft sigh which mixed with a laugh towards the end.

"It doesn't matter, what does matter is that I found you lying near death on a path just beyond the trees of my house and I brought you here to fix you up before you ended up worse for wear."

"You mentioned that I was 'scratched up'?"

You nodded slowly, your lips pressed into a grim line.

"Yes, you had lost a lot of blood and were so cold by the time I found you."

"Do you have any idea what did it?"

You stared at him for a moment then shook your head.

Something about that pause and the look in your eye set off Loki's alarms, but he said nothing and instead carefully reached for the food set on the tray before him as a means of distraction.

He grunted as the pain erupted across his chest again, but he refused to allow you to help him and eventually managed to lean back in his seat with the bottom of the bowl warming his hands.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," you smiled, standing from your seat, "if you need anything, please just ask."

"I shall."

You gave him another smile and stepped past him to leave the room.

"I shall redress your bandages once you're done eating, I can imagine you're starving."

"Unsurprisingly, your assumption would be correct."

You let out a light laugh and shrugged a little, "What can I say? I'm a mind reader."

"Like many women then."

"So we like people to think, enjoy the food."

Loki looked down at the bowl and fiddled with the end of the spoon, turning the utensil over continuously as if stirring the contents. His blue eyes landed on the smaller containers holding the variety of fruit as he tried to piece together all the information he had learned, not that it was much.

"Oh, yes," he called after you during a brief silence, the sound causing you to poke your head around the corner with a curious look. "My name is Loki."

"It's a pleasure," you snickered before stepping back into the room beyond the door.

Loki stared towards the door with a slightly perplexed look, he was accustomed to receiving a name in return of his own and didn't believe they worked differently on Midgard.

He didn't waste too much time thinking it over as his hunger got the better of him and he began scooping up the offered food with a vigour he had never really felt towards food before.