Recovery

Loki recovers from his prison escape.

After Loki's escape he drifted in and out of consciousness for days as the head wound he sustained in the fight. He vaguely remembered Regan dabbing the gash with something. The bed was his whole world for those first few weeks but he was sitting up now and he had recovered.

Loki awoke to the sound of the contents a huge iron kettle being emptied into a large tub. He opened his eyes. The servant bowed quickly and exited the room. Next to the fire sat a large tub filled with steaming scented water with all the accoutrements for a bath. He took this as his cue to wake up.

Loki was in the midst of stepping into the bath when the door opened again. He froze, one leg hovering in the air. He struggled to keep his balance. Reagan smiled at him as she closed the door shut behind her "I'm sorry I'm late. I found you some clothes. You should really get into that bath before the water cools." He still did not move. She placed the pile of clothes down next to the towels warming by the fire. She gave him a bit of look "Are you going to get in or not? Fine I'll turn around if you are going to be all funny about it." She turned and faced to opposite wall. He quickly sat down in the warm water feeling distinctly uncomfortable. She bustled around the room as he cleaned himself up. "Here let me wash your hair." She knelt down behind him. He leaned his head back and relaxed into her touch. She ran her fingers through his hair, using magic to shorten his hair back to his previous length.

As Loki dressed in the clothes Reagan had brought he couldn't help but think "Where did you get these clothes?" deep in the pit of his stomach he really didn't want to hear the answer. This is where I find out she has a boyfriend or a husband and my feelings for her are not returned.

She gave him a cursory glance. "I asked my brother Al for some clothes." She gave him another look "Did you think that I'd give you my ex's clothes? That would be rather odd would it not?"

"That implies there are exes in order for there to be potential clothes for me to wear." Curiosity bled through his response belying his nonchalant tone.

Reagan broke into a sly grin "Wouldn't you like to know."