Published: 13-04-2019
Loki and Peter are both sick.
AU where Loki becomes part of the team after New York idk i just need him here lol.
WARNING:
DESCRIPTIONS OF VOMIT
Peter feels off, a pool of nausea in his stomach and a headache pulsing it's way around his skull. He tried lying down for a while but the position allowed acid to wash up his esophageous so it wasn't long before he sat up again. Now he's curled into a blanket in the common lounge watching Moulin Rouge with Tony at one end of the sofa, Steve and Loki at the other, the screen twisting and turning through dramatic scenes with too much going on.
Peter closes his eyes as they refuse to coperate with the spinning camera, his head resting on his arms on the arm of the couch. The sick feeling in his gut is growing and he doesn't think his insides are staying inside him for too much longer.
"Kid?" He looks up to see Tony staring at him, a concerned expresssion taking over his face, "You alright?"
Steve also turns at Mr Starks voice, confused and Loki, seemingly distracted, stares at the paused film.
"Uh, yeah, I just feel kinda sick. But I'm okay." Tony nodded in understanding and stood up, heading towards the kitchen.
"Hey Reindeer Games, you want water, too?" Stark's voice carries from behind the island counter. Peter lifts his eyes to Loki to see him leaning back and nodding his head. When Tony comes back he passes one glass to the God and sits next to the spiderling before handing him his glass. There's a little more space between them that before, but Peter doesn't take it personally. He just sips his water carefully before handing it back.
"Loki isn't feeling great either." Tony starts, "So you two can hang out and be friends or whatever while we go get some supplies. Cap?" Steve nods and then the two 'patients' are left in silence for a while. Loki stands and makes his way to Peter's end of the couch.
"You're cold." Loki states, not sparing him a glance as he sits. He's right, though; there are shivers wracking his whole frame and the blanket isn't enough to trap the heat from his probably-fever. "Well?" Loki looks at him expectantly, gesturing towards his shoulder. Peter leans the other way and melts into Loki's side.
"Thanks." He's really warm, but Peter doesn't know what to say. He's sure that the heat is mostly fever and it worries him, but Loki's a god. He can handle a fever.
"I've already been given medicinal substances by Stark. You need not overthink." Peter can't remember if the mischievious God can read minds, but none of his thoughts are excessively coherent at the moment anyway.
"You thought aloud, child." He speaks fondly, "No magic required."
"Oh." That makes sense, but now saliva is filling his mouth and he should get to the bathroom quickly. Peter stumbles across the room, only to grab for the back of a chair as he covers a gag with his free hand.
A hand appears on his back and a bucket in front of him, the older of them holding it as he gags again and bends further forward and forces himself to swallow harshly. He fumbles to snatch the bin from Loki as a retch brings up a mouthful of the water and bile. Knees buckling, the boy falls to the floor and heaves again, more liquid splashing into the plastic lining.
"Sorry-" Is all that Peter hears before he's staring at Loki's feet as they move towards the bathroom and the soothing hand is gone.
Loki's been holding his hand over his mouth since Peter stood up, and the smell of vomit is too much as he jogs to the bathroom and braces himself at the sink. He hears a door and footsteps behind him but doesn't have any time to think when he starts retching into the basin, foul smelling pink liquid burning his throat before it pours from his mouth and dribbles down the drain. He vaguely recognises Tony's voice in the background, probably - hopefully - helping Peter through the aftershocks as he finishes up in here.
The raven coughs and more vomit swirls down the drain, thin and acidic. He spits the last of the bitter bile into the sink and turns on the tap to wash it away, then returns to the couch. Peter is still in the same place Loki had to leave him and gagging periodically, spilling his stomach contents into the bucket every few heaves. He feels sorry for the child, suffering for no good reason. Then again, so is he.
"You good, Troublemaker?" Loki nods, moving back to the couch, however he snags the closest empty bin on his way, nausea climbing into his throat again despite having just calmed down.
"Okay, kid. Breathe, you're good." Tony focuses his attention back on the kid while he calms down and swallows a few times. He makes him drink some water after rinsing his mouth.
"Thanks for, y'know, trying to help Peter." Stark says and they both return to the couch.
"He is a child, and I'm not so cruel to simply leave him… unless necessary." Loki replies taking a deep breath and tipping his head back.
"Yeah, thanks for also not redecorating the carpet." Tony quips.
"You're welcome?" Loki chokes uncertainly before spitting bile into the new receptacle.
"Sure, uh. Okay. You… feel better." He hears the engineer uncomfortably mutter in response.
He retches in thanks.