Flu Season
Summary: Tony contracts the flu and Loki must take care of him. FrostIron, one-shot, short.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns all characters.
Notes: Another prompt challenge; I had to use the words: flu, autumn. This is the shortest one I've written so far; Enjoy!
A loud sneeze reverberated off the walls of the mansion.
Loki sighed as he handed Tony what seemed to be the hundredth tissue.
Tony coughed horribly into it and handed it back to Loki; he held it away from him in disgust and made is disappear.
"Tony you really need to take some medicine," Loki said.
"Nonsense, it's just a little cold," Tony said back. He yelled out and held his back.
"You obviously need something Tony," Loki said again. Tony coughed into the crook of his elbow.
"Look Tony, it's autumn," Loki continued. "It is the start of your planets influenza season."
"I do not have the flu!" Tony said after he laughed.
"You did not receive the proper vaccinations," Loki argued right back. Tony couldn't think of anything to say back to that; Loki placed his hand over the arc reactor and closed his eyes.
Thirty seconds later and ignoring the awkward stare from Tony, he removed his hand and opened his eyes.
"Your symptoms are concise with influenza."
Tony threw his head back in defeat, doing nothing but making the muscles in his neck hurt worse.
"I want you to take this medicine," Loki commended, handing Tony flu medicine, "and if you don't feel any better in twelve hours, I am calling a doctor."
Tony sighed, coughed, and took the medicine silently.
Loki told Tony to roll over and he massaged Tony's neck and back.
Tony melted into Loki's touch, and fell asleep, forgetting all about the pain.
*END
A/N: Told you, it was very short. There wasn't a lot to do with it though haha.