The gifts fate
Chapter 4
„Okay, just a bit more…" Thor mumbled as he carried Loki to his chambers.
Loki didn't say anything since they got back, not knowing how to handle the situation.
Thor sat Loki down on the bed gently, careful not to hurt him.
Loki looked down at his foot, it was a bit swollen, but as long as he didn't move it, it didn't hurt that much.
"Does it hurt much?" Thor asked worried.
Loki shook his head, he didn't want to bother the prince anyway.
"I'm fine…so you don't need to stay here with me. You can go hunting with your friends or something." Loki mumbled.
"No way, I'll take care of you, don't worry." Thor smiled at the Jotun, but he just looked down.
"I don't want to be a bother, really." He lied. The reason he why he wanted the prince to leave was that the last thing he wanted was to stay with him.
The one who risked the life of his warriors just for fun.
"It's no problem." Thor smiled, he wasn't able to read the atmosphere and wanted to be nice.
Loki sighed and laid back.
"I already informed our best healers, they will be here soon. Is there anything I can do for you meanwhile?" Thor asked. He wanted to get to know the Jotun better.
He seemed more and more interesting, the more he rejected Thor.
Loki shook his head. "I told you I'm fine…" he tried to not sound too annoyed.
"Okay…" Thor sat down on the foot of the bed, looking around, a bit disappointed.
Loki rolled his eyes and got one of his books as distraction.
It didn't take very long, till there was a knock on the door.
Thor, who still sat at the foot of the bed, got up, letting the healers spread into the room.
Loki let the healers do their work, staring at Thor, who stood in the doorframe the whole time.
After they checked the swollen ankle clearly, they told Loki what he had to do for the healing process and then left the room.
As soon as only the two of them were in the room again, Thor sat down on the bed again.
"So…you won't be able to walk for a few weeks…" Thor said.
Loki nodded, this situation was getting awkward.
Thor came closer and stroked over the ankle gently, barely touching it.
Loki backed away, confused of Thor's actions.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"The healers mentioned that you have to massage your ankle with special oil, so I thought I'd do it for you, since it must be hard to reach it, when you're not allowed to move much." Thor explained.
"Y-you really don't have to…" Loki couldn't control his blush.
"It's no problem, it's the least I can do, after getting you into trouble." Thor assured.
Loki looked away in embarrassment.
"I'll just get the oil and then we can get started." Thor said and left the room, before Loki had the time to argue.
Loki sat there quietly, thinking how weird the prince behaved.
Why would he try to be nice? It's not like Loki could do anything here free, he couldn't just run away.
Why would he bring his friends in danger, but at the same time care for a stranger?
It didn't make sense at all.
He felt the urge to wash his face with cold water to get his mind free, he felt a bit dizzy.
He stood up carefully and limped towards the door.
He looked around, but no one was there.
So he stumbled through the corridors.
"Where was the washing room again?" he thought.
Just as he wanted to go around the corner, he heard steps and voices. Familiar voices.
He hid behind the corner, as he realized the voices belonged to Thor's friends.
He didn't mean to spy on them, but as he heard his own name, he couldn't help it.
"I don't get why Thor protects him! I mean look at him! A weak little Jotun! Pathetic!" Sif said angrily.
"You don't know what he might have been through…and he was a gift from our friends." Volstagg said somehow understanding.
"And what can you say against an exotic gift." Fanral added.
"Oh come on! Did you notice how this Jotun looked at Thor? The Frost Giant hates him. He lives here, gets food and everything he wants and I bet he doesn't even let Thor touch him once." Sif spit and Loki could clearly hear a hint of jealousy in her voice.
Somehow he felt guilty, because Sif's words were totally true.
"He is useless and dangerous! We have to get rid of him!" Sif said angrily.
Loki's heart seemed to stop for a moment, only to pound fast against his chest.
'What?!' He swallowed his scream and kept listening.
"What are you say, Sif? He's a guest." Volstagg said.
"Think about it. Thor just left us hanging only because he 'broke his ankle'. What if that happens in an important battle? What then? And I'm sure as soon as Thor leaves the Jotun alone, the monster will try to take over Asgard, I'm sure of that." Sif explained, getting more and more jealous at the Jotun.
"What you're saying sure seems logical, but how are you planning on getting rid of him, without Thor noticing?" Fandral asked.
Loki tried hard not to make a noise, as he listened to the warrior's plans.
"It's easy…As Thor and the Jotun are asleep, we sneak into Thor's room and kill the Jotun in his sleep." Sif said with a wide grin on her face, which Loki couldn't see, but feel.
Loki trembled all over the body. 'This couldn't be…not like this…'
He survived till now, he couldn't just die like this. If he had to die, he wanted to die in honor, but not be killed by some warriors for a stupid reason like this one.
He heard steps coming closer, so he limped back to Thor's chambers as quickly as possible, hoping the warriors didn't notice him.
Tears in shock were in his eyes, as he sat down on the bed again.
But as soon as he saw the door open, he wiped them away quickly, trying to look like nothing happened.
"Sorry for taking so long." Thor apologized and sat down on the bed, opening the bottle of oil he was holding.
"N-No problem…" Loki stuttered.
"So let's see…" Thor mumbled, as he gently stroked over the swollen ankle. "Hold still now." He demanded, as he held the ankle in a careful grip.
Loki got a bit nervous at the sudden touch, just hoping Thor knew what he was doing.
Thor slicked up his right hand, before gently rubbing over the ankle in circles.
It was odd at first, but soon Loki got used to the feeling on his foot.
"Woah…your skin is quite cold…" Thor said surprised.
Ah, that's right…since Loki got here, he never actually touched his skin, and if…it was only for a few seconds.
"Is that so?" Loki mumbled absent, his thoughts were on the conversation from before.
Thor smiled, while rubbing with a bit more pressure.
"Nh…" it hurt just a bit, but then got better again.
"I never would have guessed you know things like healing…" Loki said quite surprised. He tried to distract himself from his thoughts by talking to Thor.
"My mother taught me, I never thought I'd use this knowledge though..." Thor mumbled, looking up at the Jotun with a smile.
"I see…" Loki smiled. Frigga really was a lovely lady to him, so much different compared to Thor.
He wanted to spend more time with her and maybe with her son, if he only had the chance to…
He held the tears back and swallowed hard, concentrating on the movement of Thor's hands.
But his mind kept spinning…
'He's useless and dangerous…I bet he doesn't even let Thor touch him once…'
Before you say anything, I have no idea what to do, when your ankle is broken.
I just had this situation in my head and I thought it would be a good bonding scene between Thor and Loki.
My feels ;-;
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