So I am doing this for multiple reasons. The first being, it has been floating around in my head for some time. Second, do you know how hard it is to find a good hurt or sick Thor story? It's always Loki that's hurt or sick or something. I mean, come on! Anyways, moving on.

In this, Thor is hurt and Loki doesn't know what happened or how injured he is. Thor is 12 and Loki is 10. Just some brotherly fluff. It's a one-shot, but if people like it, I may add another chapter, it's up to you guys.

Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own anything but my own ideas here.

Thor is hurt.

Those three words have gone through my head like a mantra ever since the guard told me.

I was sitting in my room reading a book, while waiting for Thor to return from the market with his friends so we could go horseback riding, when a guard enters my room. I wasn't expecting it, but what shocked me more was what he told me.

"My Prince, your Father has sent me to inform you that your brother has been injured and is requesting your presence in the healing rooms."

He left right after that, not even waiting for a reply. I was so shocked; I just sat there for what felt like forever while I tried to process his words. Thor is hurt. He is in the healing rooms. The guard never specified whether it was Father or Thor that requested my presence, so it's possible that Thor isn't even awake.

Suddenly everything that could have happened to him is going through my mind and my eyes widen even further. I throw my book to the side and run out of my room. I stop in the hall and I have to pause for a minute before my head clears enough for me to remember exactly where the healing rooms are.

They happen to be on the other side of the castle from my room, so I take off running, I am desperate to see if my brother is alright, but no matter how fast I run, I don't seem to get there fast enough.

After what feels like hours, but was really only a couple of minutes, I reach the healing rooms. I stop to fully catch my breath before going in. I slowly open the door, scared of what I would find.

In the room I see Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg all sitting off to the side looking worried. On the other side of the room, Mother, Father and Eir, the healer are standing by a bed, on that bed is Thor. He is sitting up and has a cast on his arm. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

All heads turn in my direction but the only person I'm looking at is Thor. He smiles at me.

"Well don't just stand there Brother, come on."

I command my feet to start working and I walk over to Thor and sit on the bed next to him. I look at the cast and then to the bruises on his face.

"What happened?"

Father turns to Thor's friends, "We do not know, Thor can't seem to remember, but Eir says that is normal, he did take a hit to the head. We were waiting for you to find out. So if one of Thor's friends would be so kind as to tell us what happened."

They all shrink under the King's gaze and the three boys all look at Sif. She gets up and clears her throat nervously.

"So, um, we were in the market place, just looking around, greeting people, when we heard a commotion. So, we went to find out what was going on. It turns out it was a fight. This guy had been accused of stealing and so a brawl started. We wanted to help, but they were big, so Thor, being brave and the Prince, thought that he could stop it. He went up to get their attention, he was trying to talk to them, but they were ignoring them, so he tugged on one of their sleeves. The guy, not knowing who it was, and being angry, pushed Thor back really hard, he went flying and hit a stand, broke his arm and the stand collapsed in, and I guessing that's how he got the bruises and hit his head."

By the time Sif was done, Mother, Father and I were sitting there shocked, Thor look like he was trying to remember it, Eir look angry and Thor's friends all looked kinda scared.

After a minute Father finally spoke up. "Thank you Sif. None of this was any of your faults, you may all go."

They all waved to Thor and left quickly.

I turn to look at Thor and he looks kinda scared himself.

"Thank you Eir, for helping. Loki, go to your room, your Mother and I need to talk to Thor."

"But Father-"

"Now Loki."

I know there is no arguing so I look at Thor and offer him the best smile I could, he smiles back and I reluctantly leave the room.

I slowly walk back to my bedchambers and by the time I get there, I am exhausted. I flop down on my bed and wonder how Thor is doing. I was so worried about him, and even though he's okay, I know if could have been a lot worse.

I am so lost in thought, I don't hear anyone enter my room, and it isn't until the bed dips that I know someone is here. I sit up and come face to face with Thor.

"Thor!"

"Hey."

I look at him; he looks upset, like he's ready to cry. Father must have scolded him. He looks down at his casted arm and lets out a sigh.

"Father thinks I was being reckless. That I wasn't thinking trying to stop them."

So that's why. Father usually praises Thor for whatever he does, he's not used to being scolded by him.

"But you were."

"Yeah. I actually was thinking for once. I wasn't doing it so I would be praised, we are all allies, and there should be no fighting among us. Besides, someone could have gotten hurt. Seriously hurt, more than a broken arm, a thump on the head, and some bruises."

"So you put their safety above yours?"

"Of course, Father taught me, that as King, or Prince, your people come before you."

"So you put the people before yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are they before me?"

Thor's gaze moves from the ground to me, I can see the wheels turning in his head. Thinking about his response. My eyes are filling with tears; I am so sure he's going to say yes.

"No."

I blink. "No?"

"No. They are not before you Loki, never before you. Why would you ever think that?"

I look down, my bed sheet suddenly becoming very interesting. "I just thought that, I mean, you could have gotten hurt a lot worse. And maybe even died, I just thought that, maybe-"

Thor cuts me off in the middle of my ramblings by hugging me. I quickly hug back, confused by the sudden gesture, but not at all displeased.

"Loki, listen to me. You're my little brother, nothing comes before you. You are right, today could have gone a lot worse, but it didn't. Besides, what kind of big brother would I be if I let people fight in our streets, you walk those very streets, I don't want you getting hurt."

I hug Thor even tighter. "But you could have died, brother, I need you. You can't leave me. Please, I love you."

"And I love you Loki. I am not going anywhere, ever. I will always be by your side. Nothing can change that. Even if you command me away, even if you hate me, even if I have to fight a million warriors just to get to you, I will. I promise. Because that's what big brothers do."

Tears are running down my face and getting soaked up by Thor's tunic. I am happy; happy to know I will never be alone. No matter what happens.

Thor sleeps in my room that night, we fall asleep in the same tight embrace and for years to come, we are even more inseparable than before. Cause that's what brothers do, they stick by your side and they never ever let you go.