Hey guys, so, sorry about the wait, ive been busy with school and stuff and i am so tired xD but i owed you guys a chapter so here it is :) usual disclaimers apply

Loki awoke abruptly, bolting upright and whirling towards the door. He had always been a light sleeper, and usually -when he wasnt unconscious from fever that is- the slightest sound would wake him up, much less his bumbling brother standing at the door to Tony's chambers.

Thor gestured for Loki to speak with him outside, and Loki had to admit, if only to himself, he was wondering what his brother wanted so badly he would think to disturb his sleep. That a God of mischief needed his sleep is a lesson Thor had learnt long ago in the halls of Asgard, but that was another story. And so Loki found himself silently magicking his clothing back into proper shape, they were rather rumpled from his sleeping in them, and following his brother into the halls.

"Brother, you need to eat. You are only just recovering your own health. Do not think I failed to notice the lack of sustenance you took in yesterday, for you would be mistaken. I understand you care for the man of Iron, but you must also care for yourself."

Loki rolled his eyes, sighing. THIS was what Thor had disturbed him for? So he could play the part of the awkward but caring older brother? It irked him ever so slightly, but he couldn't help but soften slightly at the idea.

"I am fine Thor. Simply because i need not eat as much as you do, does not mean I am ailing, nor starving myself. I am perfectly capable of tending to my own needs."

Loki grimaced slightly as he spoke, for his throat felt as though it were burning raw. Thankfully, the enchantments he had cast upon himself held, and Thor was unable to hear it in his voice.

"Loki, you forget I know you better than others. You forget yourself when you care for others, Brother, I have seen it before, and you have led yourself to destruction the same way before. I will not let it happen again."

Thor placed his broad hand on the small of Loki's back, pushing him towards the kitchen. Upon entry, Loki stiffened, seeing all the Avengers, less Tony, present, and at that moment, staring at him. He gulped, experiencing a ridiculous moment of panic. He glanced down, breathing starting to speed up, to check all his glamour spells were still in place. Why else would they be staring at him? Did he look as tired as he felt? Did he look as pale as he knew he was?

Loki was shocked out of his panic as he heard his name shouted at him. Oddly enough it was Captain America. Loki almost tripped over himself taking a step backwards, not having noticed the captain approaching, and finding him much closer.

The good captain looked at him closely and spoke again, voice filled with concern.

"Calm down. Relax, Loki, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you." His voice took on a hard tone as he turned towards their group "Right Clint?"

The Archer grumbled, but held up his mug in a salute to their leader.

Thors booming chuckle cut across the captain as he opened his mouth once more. "See, Brother? You have fought with us for weeks, I told you there would be no more animosity in our ranks! Now, let us have a hearty breakfast. Coffee! Where is the coffee? Brother, you must have some with me!"

Loki, still wary, permitted a small smile to pass his lips as he took a seat next to Thor, pulling the coffee towards him, filling his mug, and then making it fly around Thor's head as he swatted at it, chuckling.

He could permit himself a little fun, whilst Tony was still sleeping.

The coffee pot returned itself to the counter promptly, as Loki found the slightest magic had almost exhausted him, and he could not risk depleting his magical supply and undoing his concealing spells. That would never do.

Loki was just standing up to put his mug in the sink, when he heard a gravelly voice from the doorway, followed shortly by a plethora of coughing.

"Having fun without me?"

Loki's head whipped round so fast a mortal would have sustained whiplash, to find Tony Stark, his lover, stood in the doorway, hair in disarray, clothes rumpled, nose red. Loki would admit, he sounded ever so slightly better in terms of congestion, and not as pale, but felt a scowl pull at his face nonetheless.

Tony's eyes widened. He was in deep trouble.

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