Oliver watched as Felicity left with Thor's friends and Roy. She'd wanted to go home and he knew she hadn't been talking about Starling. He hung his head and got onto one of the flying boats with Clint, Natasha, Steve, Hogun and Fandral. Then the prisoners, including Loki, were loaded on with them.

"There's no gratitude in this world." Loki sighed. "I'm being shipped back to the prison with the rest of the rabble."

"Remind me why we can't knock him out like the others?" Clint grumbled. He looked over the side of the moving airboat. "It would be so easy to push him over the side and make it look like an accident…how deep do you think that water is?"

Oliver shook his head and looked out towards the palace. He could feel Loki leering at him. He turned to give him a glare.

"I know how you feel." Loki said. Clint snorted.

"So he's a therapist now." Clint crossed his arms. "Well then, doctor, shall we examine the Freudian implications of that staff of yours?"

"I know how it feels to constantly come second to Thor." Loki continued. "You desire the lady Felicity. It is destroying you that no matter what you do you'll never be as worthy of her affections as my dear brother."

"All I want is for her to be happy." Oliver hissed.

"But you'd rather she were happy with you."

"Silence, Loki." Fandral grumbled. "Or I will take the archer's suggestion about throwing you overboard."

"I can help you get what you desire."

"Do you ever give up?" Natasha shook her head. "Because this is just getting sad."

"This imprisonment is only temporary and – " There was a clang as Steve raised his shield and knocked Loki unconscious. Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"He was getting on my nerves." Steve shrugged in response.

"I don't think I've ever felt as patriotic as I do in this moment." Clint grinned. "Way to take a walk on the wild side Cap."

Fandral glared at Oliver. "I take no stock in what Loki says; he's a known liar, but I warn you if you pose any threat to Thor and the Lady Felicity, I'll throw you in a cell with him."

"Like I said." Oliver gritted his teeth. "All I want is for her to be happy. As long as Thor does that… She's made her choice. I'm honoring it." Fandral's eyes narrowed, but he gave him a kurt nod and turned his attention back to watching over the prisoners.

"How is he?" Felicity rushed into Thor's room two days later. The healers had barred everyone from entering until now. She barged in before the healer could answer her. Thor was sitting up in bed; his chest covered in bandages. Frigga and Odin were with him.

"He's still mending." The frazzled healer said as Felicity threw her arms around him. Thor gave a slight grimace, but hugged her back.

"The poison took longer to heal than expected." He murmured. "But I'm alright now."

"He needs rest." The healer continued, looking pointedly at Felicity. "He will not be ready for any type of physical activity for at least another week."

Thor pouted and winced as he tried to move his shoulder to pull Felicity closer to him.

"I suspect the two of them have much to discuss." Frigga began ushering Odin and the healers out. Anticipating the protests she added, "As you have so wisely explained, Thor is unable to engage in physical activity. He is however fit enough to talk. I know the lady Felicity will not risk any damage to his health." She turned back to Felicity. "See that he gets his medication." She pointed to a bottle on the nightstand. "He'll try to convince you he doesn't need it; don't believe it." Then she and the others left.

"I'm not taking that." Thor wrinkled his nose in disgust at the medication.

"Oh yes you are." Felicity laughed as he turned to her with his best puppy eyes. She made a grab for the bottle, but Thor pulled her back.

"How are you?" He asked, caressing her face.

"You've been in critical condition for two days." Felicity murmured. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

"And the two days before that you had your soul ripped from your body and experienced a very traumatic event." Thor frowned. "My wounds are merely physical."

Felicity looked away. "My mom's here." She said finally. "Heimdall brought her after we came back from Helheim. We…had a very long and difficult talk." She bit her lip. "It was hard for her to forgive my dad. She'd spent so many years hating him. She didn't want to believe Peter and me when we told her he'd been…that…"

Thor pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

"You're going to hurt yourself." Felicity muttered. Thor laughed.

"I assure you, my lady, that I've handled worse. You being safe is the best medicine."

"You really don't want to take that stuff." Felicity muttered.

"It is quite revolting." Thor glared at the bottle.

"Dad's funeral is tomorrow." Felicity said. "I just don't know how mom's going to deal with it."

"I will be there." Thor murmured. "Devron's last words were to protect you. Perhaps hearing this will ease the anger your mother fosters towards him and bring her comfort."

"I think Fandral's beaten you to the whole comforting thing." Felicity muttered.

Thor looked down at her in surprise. Felicity shuddered. "My mom was very…grateful."

"Oh no." Thor groaned. "Please tell me someone warned her."

Felicity smirked. "My mom knows his type. You should be more worried about who's going to warn him."

Thor chuckled. "I have learned that it does not do to cross a Smoak lady."

"Which is why you're taking the medicine." Felicity made another grab for the bottle, but Thor, in a surprising show of strength for someone who was supposed to be healing, pulled her back so she was sitting on his lap.

"I'm not taking that medication, because I don't need it." Thor growled.

"What?" Felicity looked at him in shock, then looked down at his bandages. Thor smirked and began unwinding the biggest one. His chest had barely any trace of the gaping wound she'd seen two days ago.

"You've been faking this whole time?" She hissed. Thor gave her an apologetic smile.

"Not entirely. I healed yesterday, but I was unsure as to how else to get us alone without a chaperone. I may have implied to the healers that the wounds were still causing me pain, even if they had closed. The medication was meant to ease that pain and close and internal wounds that may be left." He let her slid off his lap as he stood and removed the rest of the bandages. Felicity's angry retort died in her throat as she took in the sight of his bare torso. Thor grinned as she reached out a hand and began running her fingers where his wound had been.

"You're okay." She murmured.

"Yes." Thor gave a soft groan at her touch.

"Good." Felicity murmured. Then she punched him in the stomach.

"What?" Thor grabbed her hands so she couldn't hit him again. "I do not believe I deserved that."

"I. Thought. You. Were. DYING." Felicity shouted as she struggled against his grip.

"I'm alright." Thor pulled her close. "The goddess of death herself couldn't take me away from you."

"You're not allowed to do that again." Felicity murmured against his chest. "You can't die without my permission."

"As you command, my lady." Thor sighed as Felicity kissed his chest.

"Kiss me." She said

"Is that an order?" Thor raised an eyebrow.

"Kiss me." She demanded again. Thor bent down and pushed her high up on his bed. Looking down at her he smiled.

"So beautiful is the lady who commands the god of thunder." He murmured. Then lowered himself for a kiss.

Across the palace, Peter jerked away. Looking around in horror, he groaned. "Seriously?"

"What is it?" Sif murmured sleepily from the pillow next to him.

"Just be grateful you don't have a mind link." Peter shuddered. "I'm never sleeping again."

(AN: So this chapter is shorter, because there's a missing sex scene. I didn't want to change the rating here so I only put in on the version of the story I have over at AO3. If you want to read it, you can go over to the other site.)