Loki sat in a park in New York while an icy rain storm raged. I must have really upset Thor when I stormed out. He laughed at his choice of words. His teeth were chattering against one another and his face was numb. He dropped his head into his crossed arms. Hmmm freezing to death doesn't sound so bad. He heard a 'bamf' and smelled.
"Hey are you okay." Someone with a German accent asked him. He was colder than he thought because his voice didn't sound when he attempted to speak. He slowly shook his head. "Well take my hand and I'll take you to the Xavier institute to get warm and get something to eat."
"Can't move." He managed out. He felt a three fingered hand grab his arm. Bamf. And he was sitting on a medical room table.
"Kurt, what are- oh god what happened. He looks like an ice cube. Who is it?"
"I don't know." He heard Kurt say. He chose that moment to lift his head.
"Loki?" Both men said.
"Y-yes, t-that's me. Now you p-promised m-me warmth… a-and a meal." He stuttered out.
"Right." They both said and Kurt ported away and the other brought me a blanket, dry clothes, and directed him to a bathroom with the instructions to take a luke warm bath.
Loki followed orders and bathed in the not-so-warm-not-so-cold bath. Then dried off, dressed and wrapped himself in the blanket. He waked out to be greeted by the smell of chicken noodle soup. I hope it's warm. "Here hot chicken noddle soup." Kurt said handing him the bowl.
"Thank you." He said with a smile.
