Giftless

Chapter 48

You woke to Thor's laughter and cheering. It was hard to mistake Thor for anyone else. His laughter was so booming and distinctive. You looked over at him and saw him sitting by your infirmary bed. Those two images just didn't you sh. "Thor? What are you doing here?" you asked him, your voice weak. You managed to sit up, despite how awful you felt. He looked up at you from the game he was playing on the game system you'd given to Loki before finals. Thor smiled brightly over at you when he did and you couldn't help giving him a small smile back. Thor's good mood was infectious.

"Mother sent me. She said I was needed here," he replied. With Frigga's precognitive abilities, it was no surprise that she had sent Thor.

"Where's Loki?" you were expecting either Loki or Tony to be at your bedside, not Thor.

"He is in the next room over. He asked me to sit with you. He was extremely impolite about it, but he refused to stay in his bed otherwise. He will be just fine, so please do not attempt to go find him. You are still very injured, little sister." Much as you hated hospitals when you were the one being treated, you knew he was right, so you nodded meekly. He gave you a look and you knew he didn't believe you. At all.

Well, you had learned from Loki after all. You couldn't blame him.

"And Balder?"

"Downstairs in the dungeons. Your uncle is watching over him. I will be taking him back to Asgard with me when I return so he can spend his days in the dungeons." You nodded your approval of the decisions. Getting Balder out of your world was an excellent idea indeed.

"I should go heal Loki, get him back on his feet..."

"You should stay in that bed and heal," Thor countered with a smile. you sighed.

"But you can heal him. you can't heal myself,"

"You are in no shape to heal anyone," you grumbled at him, but he was right. Your hands were bandaged lightly and hurt like a wicked bitch. You were covered in bandages and you hoped they weren't letting you heal at human rate. That would suck. Thor handed you a book, which you took carefully and smiled up at him.

"Thanks, Thor,"

He kissed your forehead. "Rest and heal, little sister," he bid you. So you opened your book and agreed to sit quietly for awhile.

Fury came to check on your a few hours later. "You got her to stay in a hospital bed?" he demanded of Thor indignantly. It was a feat to get you to sit still in the hospital wing, especially when you were the one who was injured..

"I can be quite persuasive," Thor replied with an innocent smile.

"Why don't you go check on that brother of yours? I want a word with Kat," Thor looked at you for approval before he would leave.

"If Loki's awake-?" you started to ask, but didn't know what exact message you wanted to send to your love.

"I will tell him you asked after him," Thor replied on his way out the door.

"How are you feeling?" Fury asked when Thor was gone.

"Like hell," you admitted. There were few people you would admit that to, but Fury was one of them. He'd become a surrogate dad over the last few years. You owed him the truth. He nodded, appreciating and accepting the truth.

"Can you give your report?" he asked.

You nodded and felt for your magic. You had enough for this. "Even better, I can show you," you told him. You waved your hand and the illusion appeared before you. Your illusions weren't as good as Loki's, but it was good enough for your report. You showed Fury everything that had happened from the moment you saw the two clowns in the alley to the moment you passed out in Loki's arms.