Avengers Imagines

Loki - Fever

Okay but how come I've never seen that pic before????
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You wake up feeling your head pounding and a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body. It's been a while since you've been sick, and it doesn't make things better that you planned on finishing up your work today.

Being on new grounds has always fascinated you, though you don't exactly know why, as your job is to travel around the world and report back to the Avengers Tower to make sure 'the world is safe' (words from Tony Stark himself). But today... God, today, you wish you were home.

"Love, you alright?" you hear Loki's voice echo throughout your shared hotel room, although you can't place where he is exactly because opening your eyes to the direct sunlight makes your head even worse.

You shake your head, and before you know it, there are tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Oh, love, it's okay, I'm here," you feel Loki grab your arm ever so gently as he puts his other hand on the small of your back, pushing you up into a sitting position because that's how he was taught by his mother.

When someone is in pain, sit them up so that they have a better grasp of what's happening around them.

"I don't even know why I'm crying," you cry out, hot tears streaming down your face as you lean into his chest.

"It's okay. Let it all out, darling. It's okay," he coos, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head before flinching. "You're burning up," he says worriedly.

"Don't come too close, I'm probably contagious," you tell him just as a you get into a fit of coughs.

"I'm immune to human diseases," he says with a lazy smile. "Meaning, you can have all the kisses your heart desires."

"But I'm gross," you whine, pouting. "You don't wanna kiss me cause I have snot all over my face," you say, genuinely sad.

"Then you're wrong," he argues, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you can't see. He places a quick kiss on your lips - far too quick for you to even kiss back. "Is it still too bright?" he asks after a few seconds, covering the windows above your bed with their curtains when you nod.

Once you're finally able to open your eyes without your head basically pounding itself into next week, you look around to see Loki's worried gaze and the clock on your nightstand telling you that you're late for work.

"Loki, I have to go," you tell him as you run out of bed and feel your face immediately meet the hardwood floor. Gravity really isn't doing you a favor, nor is your sickness, but that's against the point. "Fuck..." you mumble under your breath, your whole body aching and your head spinning.

Helping you up and putting you back in bed softly, he questions,"You okay?"

"I have work."

"Oh, come on, now. You're not seriously thinking about going to work, are you?" he says in his best sassy voice. Don't get me wrong, Loki's almost always sassy, but when it comes to you (especially when you're sick), he can't help but be a big ol' sap.

"I am," you say stubbornly. "I get paid to work, not to be sick."

"But we all have our sick days, love. There's nothing wrong with skipping a day or two. I'll text Bruce," he replies, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he types away.

He was introduced to the whole concept of phones about a few months ago, and unlike Thor, he's a fairly quick learner. He knows to press the screen gently instead of punching the screen with his fingers, like Thor does. He's been on almost every social media, trying everything out, but now he's on Tumblr most often because he said that 'the people here like me'.

"I want to do this, though. It's my last assignment for the month and I just... I don't wanna delay it more than I already have," you tell him, remembering the nights where you were supposed to get things done, but didn't because you spent those hours scrolling through Instagram instead.

"Maybe it's 'cause you're on your phone a lot," he suggests, and you have to physically fight back a groan.

"God, Loki. You're starting to sound like my mom."

"Sorry," he says sheepishly, running his hand through his long hair. "But really, though," he pauses when he feel his phone vibrate in his hand. Reading the message quickly, he continues,"See? Bruce even said it's okay."

You let out a defeated sigh. "Fine." You roll your eyes slightly.

"Hey, look at the bright side," he says, and you look at him. "We get to spend the day together."

You think about it for a moment, before a small smile forms on your lips. "That's true."

"I'm gonna take care of you today," he tells you, smiling. "If you need anything, tell me. I'll gladly do it for you."

"Can I at least walk to the bathroom?" you ask, knowing that once he says he's 'taking care of you today', he means the whole package. Like, carrying you on his back whenever you need to go somewhere and all that.

Not that it's a bad thing.

He grins that stupidly adorable smile. "You know me too well," he states, pressing a kiss on your forehead, making you feel the slightest bit better.

As much as you hate being sick, you'll have to admit that having Loki by your side, cracking jokes and doing almost everything to cheer you up, definitely makes you feel like you're on top of the world - even for just a while.
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I'm so sorry for not updating for two weeks ugh school's really been kicking my ass and I've had writer's block (yaaaaaay). Hope this ones alright. Thank you all so much for reading, voting, and commenting. Like, we reACHED 15K????? HOW????? I'm honestly speechless. Thank you guys so much 💖