The Prince and the Sol

Chapter 13

ELIZA'S POV

I sit up in bed, suddenly feeling queasy. I have no idea what time it is. It's still dark outside. On top of that, my head is throbbing. Loki sleeps peacefully next to me, for once. He's feeling better, but the AC is still broken, so it's sweltering in here. And now he got me sick. I throw the covers off angrily.

Not even a full second later, I'm running to the bathroom at top speed, praying I get there before I vomit. My wish is granted, but I still empty my insides into the toilet. Ugh. Disgusting.

"Loki, I am going to kill you," I vow, leaning back on the bathroom wall. It's nice and cool. I breathe in deeply, trying to calm myself down. I got this stupid bug from him. He is so going to get it when I'm better.

"Eliza, love, where are- are you okay?" Loki rushes over to me, completely worried. I let him pull me close.

"I'm fine," I lie. "Just felt-" Another wave of sickness washes over me. I jerk away from him and throw up again, with Loki holding my hair back this time. "Sick," I finish.

"I can tell. How are you now?" he asks. I lean into him.

"Better, maybe. Tired. My head still hurts."

"Come on, let's get you back in bed. It's one in the morning." He scoops me up bridal-style and carries me back into the bedroom. Wow. Carried twice in twenty-four hours. I broke a personal record today after all.

"Considering I just threw up my insides, will you let your pride go for a minute and admit you were sick?" He lays me in bed and lays besides me, completely abandoning the blankets. It's too hot for that. We turn towards each other, faces inches apart.

"Fine. I was sick. You were right, I was... less right," he says, trying to mollify me.

"Less right?" I exclaim. "Less right?"

"Shhhhh. Fine. I was wrong." He runs a hand down the side of my face, brushing away stray curls.

"What? The great Loki of Asgard can be wrong?"

"My love, you are ruining a perfectly good moment with your remarks," he complains. I tap him playfully on the nose.

"Thanks for taking care of me," I murmur. His jade eyes sparkle in the moonlight as I snuggle closer to him.

"Always," Loki whispers into the darkness.

I wake up hours later with another round of nausea, and I barely make it to the bathroom in time. I still feel slightly queasy, but better, so I decide to get ready for the day. Skimming through my closet, I pull on a gray dress and black converse. Nothing too hot. My dark hair now sits on my shoulders, no longer all the way down to my waist. That was a recent change. It was getting to be too much for me to handle, so I chopped it all off and donated it. It's around the same length as Loki's, which never fails to make me laugh.

"Morning, Lokes," I say as I enter the kitchen, giving him a kiss and heading to the pantry. I pour some Cinnamon Toast Crunch into a bowl and sit at the table.

"Feeling any better?" He asks, taking a bite of an apple.

"I feel much better now. Almost normal." I conveniently leave out the part where I threw up again this morning.

"Are you still meeting Natasha?" He asks.

I forgot all about that. "Let me text her."

Me- Hey Nat, you still want to go shopping?

Natasha- Sure. Meet me at the compound at noon, we can go into the city.

Me- That sounds great! See you then ;)