Exams are done. I am free. OMG YES! And now I shall write.

Princes Get Sick Too

Loki hadn't been at breakfast which was a bit unusual for him as he was always punctual, sometimes annoyingly so. For him to miss something entirely was very rare. I walked the long hallways of the palace, making my way to his room. When I finally arrived I knocked quietly and was met with silence. I tested the door handle and found it was unlocked, so I went in.

The dark green curtains were pulled closed, shielding the room from the bright morning sun. The massive pile of blankets and sheets in the middle of the bed told me Loki was still asleep. Opened the curtains to let some light in and then crossed the room to Loki's bed. Red eyes blinked up at me. Wait. Red eyes? The massive cocoon of blankets which surrounded him could not conceal the blue tint of his skin.

"Loki, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. He shook his head in response like a stubborn child. I put a hand to his forehead. He was burning up, especially for his cooler-than-normal body temperature.

"I'm cold, Ria." He said quietly, his voice muffled by all the blankets.

"You have a fever." I told him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "I will go get some medicine, okay?"

"Noooo!" He whined. Boys: when they were sick they were also whiney. I rolled my eyes.

"Loki, you will not get better if you do not take the medicine. It's for your own good." I said as I kissed his forehead and went to find medicine.

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I returned with the medicine and sat down to pour some into the spoon I had brought with me. Loki took the medicine. At first I thought that was shockingly easy but then I realized the medicine had dripped down onto the sheets in a sticky puddle. Doppelganger. Brilliant. I glared at the little pool of medicine and then around the room. Loki, the real Loki, stood by the window wrapped in a blanket and still shivering violently.

"Do you want to be sick?" I asked. "Because you are just going to continue feeling miserable, you know."

I walked toward him. He studied me for a moment and then disappeared. I turned around and he was still observing me from across the room.

"Is this what you want to do? Play games?" I asked, starting to become frustrated by his childishness. "You're being ridiculous, you know! Why will you not just take the medicine? It will make you feel better! You look awful right now and you are shaking like mad." My voice became soft. "Please, Loki. Just let me help you."

"Do I get…sweets afterwards?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course." I said, smiling and pulling the bag of candy out of my pocket.

Loki nodded thoughtfully. "Okay then."

He walked up and plucked the medicine and spoon from my hand. After pouring some into the spoon he looked at it with a grimace and shoved it in his mouth, swallowing thickly. He shuddered.

"As promised." I said, handing him the bag of candy.

He dug through the bag until he found something to his liking and chewed it appreciatively. He looked like a little kid with his hair all messed up and a huge blanket wrapped around his thin frame, happily eating a huge bag of candy.

"Okay, you, back to bed. You need to rest." I said, taking the candy away from him and pointing to the bed.

Loki looked a little sad but went anyways and curled up under the blankets. His skin and eyes were already returning to normal and he had stopped shaking. He fell asleep fairly fast. I lay next to him and smoothed his hair back and out of his face. I kissed his forehead and smiled.

"Feel better, my favorite prince." I whispered.

A/N: Sick!Loki is sort of adorable…but at the same time I feel bad…so yeah. But I hoped you liked it (as I always do) and please review. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Or you know…freaking out form fangirling too much is acceptable too. ;)