Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading
Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones - Chord Overstreet - Hold On
"So it can be done"?
Eir sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and setting her lukewarm tea to the side.
"Listen, it's risky and slightly dangerous. I can't even guarantee that his body will react positively to the implant. But it's possible," Eir says with a tight expression.
"I only need there to be a possibility Eir," Heimdall mutters, his eyes downcast.
"Heimdall, you know there's a good chance it may not even work! Are you sure you want to go through with this"? She questioned earnestly.
"I am, he's carried enough burdens in his life my lady. And there's no need to add this one to the list".
Thor closed the instruction pamphlet that one of Eir's assistants had given him, and got up to prepare a healing potion. He combined a unique medicine and herbs, and mixed them together in a bowl.
Thor glanced at his brother's prone figure and suppressed a sigh of disappointment. It had been four days, and Loki still wasn't showing any signs of improvement.
He heard the sound of someone entering, and saw Fandral walking towards him with a sympathetic expression.
"Hello my friend," he greeted, frowning at the white bandages covering Loki's eye. "How is he? How are you"?
"Eir said he'll be fine, but I'm not so sure," Thor says in a defeated tone. Fandral hummed in response, and put his hand on Thor's shoulder in support.
"Where's your sister"? He questioned, realizing the Queen of the Dead wasn't anywhere in sight.
"They took her to a cell about an hour ago. I've been with him since".
"It's going to be alright Thor. I mean, this is Loki we're talking about. He's the master at getting out of unfortunate situations, right"?
Thor wished he could believe his friend, he really really wished he could.
I know I know, this chapter was annoyingly short...blame my malfunctioning brain and idiotic school program (I mean honestly, how do they keep their food down) (if you knew who said that in Endgame I love you)