The next three days afterwards were a bit of a blur. Loki had managed to find some Asgardian herbs (turns out some of them grew on Earth), and decided to do some experiments.

"Try this," he said on the first day.

I took the cup, peered into it, and raised my eyebrow. The substance was a dark green, and it looked a bit…thick.

I sneezed. "It tickles my nose. Are you sure this is safe for me to drink?"

Loki tried to put on a poker face, but I saw a glimpse of skepticism in his eyes.

"It works well on Asgardians," he said. He then admitted: "I am missing a few ingredients, and even then I cannot assure the effects that it will have on you."

I grimaced, then went into a coughing fit. My throat was raw from the jagged outtake of breath. Loki looked at me with slight concern.

"Your sickness is getting worse." He held up his hand in front of my forehead. "And your body temperature is rising."

I sighed, then lifted the cup to my mouth. I almost spat it back out. It was terrible. A taste of grass, with a side of roses. (Don't ask. I have no idea how I knew what roses tasted like.)

I swallowed the substance. "Why does it taste like grass?"

"As I said, I am missing ingredients." He then smirked. "I had to substitute a few things."

I looked at the cup. Then I frowned.

"How many ingredients did you substitute?" I asked.

Loki smiled, a curled smile full of…mischief…

Oh my god.

"You tricked me!" I yelled. "This is only plant water!"

Loki laughed, and I almost threw the cup at his head.

"Yes," he said after he had calmed down. "I wanted to see your reaction." He took the cup out of my hand and went back into the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and wiped my tongue with my sleeve. I growled.

'Dang it, don't start pranking on me now, Loki…"

I looked in disgust as I coughed up a half digested rose petal.

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Loki came back with another drink, and I refused to take it.

"Is this one made out of rocks?" I asked. "Or muddy water?"

Loki's smile faded. "The plants in the last drink were good for your stomach. I was not entirely a trick."

I looked the other way and crossed my arms in a pout.

"Please take this. I swear to you, it is not a trick."

"So says the 'god of lies'."

"It is no trick,' Loki persisted. He held out the cup.

I sighed, then took it grudgingly.

"It better not be mud," I warned.

The drink tasted bitter, but not as bad as the last one. "What's in it this time?" I inquired.

"A few Midgardian spices, and more substitutes for missing ingredients."

"…You're not going to tell me in details, are you?"

"No, I am not."

My coughing stopped after a few minutes and my eyes began to droop after a few hours. (I realize that I sleep a lot, but I am sick, so I HAVE A LEGITIMATE EXCUSE!)

What felt like a few minutes later, I felt someone shaking my shoulder.

"…Loki?

I looked up at Loki's face, and it showed concern and worry. And finally, relief.

"I am glad that you are awake," Loki said.

"Why's that?" I suddenly burst into a fit of sneezes and coughs, and then fell limply back to the couch.

Loki placed a cod rag on my head that instantly warmed.

"You have been asleep for almost two days."