"What have you done now?" I asked, glancing up from the book I was writing in.
"What makes you think I have done the something?" He replied, resting a hand on the wooden table top. I closed the book and looked up to see the person in front of me.
"Your footfalls were uneven as you entered the room, you're leaning rather than resting on the table, and the thread of magic we share is thrumming with pain," I stated, "Oh, and you're bleeding on the floor."
He leaned down in surprise, a few drops of blood falling from an unseen cut and hitting the wooden floor.
"Yes, well," the young man cleared his throat, "Could you assist in healing me?"
I sighed and stood up, motioning for Loki to go sit down.
He sank into the chair, leaving his left leg out straight.
"Okay, what did you do?" I asked, rolling my sleeves up.
"I have a nasty cut on my leg," He replied, "and I think I may have taken a blow to the head."
I leant down, brushing a loose strand of black hair back off his head.
"Look at me," I ordered, staring into his green eyes, looking for signs of concussion. His pupils were normal and he didn't seem dazed.
"No concussion," I told him, kneeling down to look at his leg. The demi god rolled his pant leg up, revealing a deep cut about 10cm long. I grimaced as I started wiping some of the excess blood off with a strip of material that I had been using to hold my hair back.
"How did you do this?" I asked in amazement. This was no small accident.
"Well, Hogun had heard of a bligesnipe in the forest. Thor and the others thought that it would be a good idea to go hunting it. Of course, I went with them for their own sake. It came up behind Fandral and I went to stop it from gouging him. For my efforts I got a claw in the leg and I stumbled and fell."
I felt the magic flow out of me and sink into his skin, the flesh knitting over and the skin healing.
"How are the others then?" I asked drily, pulling the leg of his pants back down and standing back up.
"I believe they are fine," he replied, "Or at least they elected to take care of their injuries themselves." Loki stood, testing his leg and seeing how badly his head hurt. Seeing that he could walk, he bowed to me and took my hand.
I pressed a small capsule into his palm, "For your headache."
He kissed my hand and turned to leave.
"Will I see you at dinner?" He asked.
I smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. "Is that a question or a command, my prince?" I whispered in his ear.
"A request," He answered before departing.