God of thunder, prince of Asgard, and unable to aid his friends. This though was nagging at him since the day before. Feeling helpless was indeed a horrible sensation.
Wandering into the room, the Avenger didn't see the new agent until he bumped into her.
"Oh, Lady Elena, I'm sorry. Have I hurt you?"
"No harm done, Mr. Odinson. I'm fine."
Although relieved, his previous scowl returned full force. I'm not even capable of watching where I'm going...
"Hey, are you o.k.?" The worried words and the gentle hands on his cheeks surprised him enough to make his expression somewhat blanck. Without waiting for an answer, the lady stared deep into his eyes to get his complete attention. "Don't blame yourself for things you had no control over. Remember what misplaced feelings did to your brother."
Thor couldn't decide what was more unsettling - what had been said or its passionated tone. How could this woman get so easyly what he had been thinking? And now he though about it, nobody had ever been so understanding towards his brother without never really getting to know him (some not even then).
Just like her aim was to confuse him, the girl returned to whatever she was doing before almost being knocked over. Now curious, the god looked at the counter directly in front of her and where her small hads prepared five sandwhiches at the same time - almost finished now.
"What is it you are concoting?" Thor uttered right before his stomach rumbled, reminding him him primary reason to come to the kitchen. Amusement in her eyes, she concluded the simple dish with a loaf of bread each and handed him two - the biggest one, with lots of ham, and a normal one.
"I made sandwhiches to those awake, don't want hungry heroes on my tail, n'est ce pas?" Turning around, the doctor picked two others, leaving hers behind. "I though you'd like a big one. The other is for Loki, if you can get him to open the door. Who knows, the best way to catch someone is through his stomach, right? I'll try to wake Mr. Banner." With that Thor was left behind smiling again. This lady was really agreeable and anyone who tried to take care of his brother was a friend.
Not wanting to waste time to test a new way to make Loki open up a bit, the blonde almost ran to his to-be-bedroom. After checking the handle - still locked - he knocked softly twice.
"Brother, can I come in?" No replie. "Please, you are hurt and I can take care of you." Silence. "And I have sandwhiches", then as an afterthough, "and ice cream."
Finally some sound - not words, but the rustling of sheats and then light steps through the room.
Beaming at the success, Thor waited patiently until a soft click was heard and the door moved barely an inch. He then slowly pushed it and steped into the dark bedroom.
"Why the darkness, my brother?"
"There isn't anything worth seeing here, is there?" Was the younger's curt answer.
"What...?" It took some moments for the older to understand what his sibbling meant with his comment, but when he did an incredulous look crossed his face. "Are you corcerned about your appearance?!"
A frown marred Loki's features - not that it could be seen, as he faced the ground. "Do you have to mock me?", even whispered the question managed to sound angry.
"Loki, I'd never mock you. It's just that you must understand that whatever happens I'll always stand by you. Something as unimportant as looks would never bother me." And added as a joke, "do you forget I've seen you as a mare already?", which reached its purpose making the god of mischief chuckle despite himself.
Without further warning, Thor turned on the lights, laced his fingers under his brother's chin and raised his head until his face was visible. The blonde hid his gasp, but not the sorrow in his eyes.
The lighthearted demeanor of the silvertongue's face vanished, only to be replaced by hurt disguised as coldness. "I said you'd be disgusted."
"Of course I'm not disgusted, I'm worried. Does it hurt?"
"Let's not talk about it." The way he avoided moving more than strictly necessary as answer enough, though. "Now, where is the ice cream?" Oh, that... As the sweet tooth he was, Loki had fallen for the midgardian delicacy the first time it reached his senses.
"Actually, I don't have it right now, but I promise I'll go get it once we eat our sandwhiches."
Apparently thinking about a retort and then giving up on it, the pale unscathed hand caught the plate offered. Both gods then retreated to the first bed and sat upon it.
At last comfortable and appeasing his hunger, Thor dared to take a look at his pained brother. That's when he noticed that, apart from the worringly vast burns, the only piece of clothing he wore were loose shorts.
"Where have your clothes gone to, my brother?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to wear than for some time..."
"I see. If your injuries are so troublesome, why don't you let the doctor tend to them?"
"I've got no desire to have people staring at me. Besides, I don't know her." In other words, he didn't trust her.
"Do not worry about that. Lady Elena is a fine person and she is corcerned with your wellbeing." This comment received an minimally raised eyebrow. "You could give her a chance."
Choosing to ignore the advice (as 'giving a chance' was Thor's saying for every new person he met), Loki changed subjects. "How are the others?"
"I don't really know, they were all sleeping before I came in here. Anthony and Lady Natasha have awaken earlier; she even walked around the house. Maybe by tomorrow we all will be able to assemble once again." At this the darkhaired god returned his eyes to the ground. "Oh, don't you be like that. No one will be put off by your injuries. Freya was a bad influence, wasn't she?"
That gathered another chuckle and a small, yet sincere, smile. "All right, I'll go. I'd like to lay down now, though. Moving ails me."
"No problem, I'll go and let you sleep. Is it okay if I let the doctor in?""If you trust her, then so must I."With that Thor turned the lights off and headed once again to the livingroom, this time with a smile.