Well here is another chapter. Please forgive me if it's not my usual writing. It's a lot of talking and less acting, which I wanted this chapter to focus on, but if it's well, crap I'm sorry. I've just started my new pain medication today, and I've had some side effects and I fell horrid. I was going to put off doing a chapter today, but I couldn't find to will power not to post something for my lovely fans. SO again, sorry if this is one of my worst chapters, but I hope you like it.
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Loki had collapsed. Whilst Thor held his brothers hair from his face as he brought up the contents of his stomach, Loki had become overly dizzy, and exhausted and fell with a thud into Thor's lap. Thor sat in panic, not knowing what to do and his brother led across his mussily legs. Thankful to the heavens and all that is holy, Leera walked in through the chamber doors, her hands holding a pile of fine linen garments for little Loofney. On seeing the mess on the floor and Loki in Thor's lap, his arms drooping, Leera dropped the pile of clothing and gasped. "What did you do to him?" Leera said, worry evident across her features. Thor looked up hurt and, stroked Loki's damp hair.
"I did nothing!..." he defended "... I came to speak with him. We argued, he fought, and then, well..." Thor indicated to the mess on the floor. Leera approached, stepping to Thor's side and knelt on the floor, running a hand over Loki's whitening face, sparkling with beads of sweat.
"Loki, love, can you hear me?" Loki was unresponsive. "Could you lift him and place him on the bed?" Thor nodded and scooped Loki up with ease, moving to the side of the king-size bed, leaned over and lowered him to the middle of the bed.
"Shall I fetch the healers?" Thor asked, ribbing his arm, looking guilty? Ashamed? Hurt? Leera could not decide on what he looked like. So many expressions flashed over his face.
"No, he will be fine with me, thank you Thor. I shall clean this mess up and cool him down." Leera replied sympathetically.
"If I may, I shall like to return, to see how he is later on?" Thor asked eagerly, looking at his younger brother.
"That would be nice" Leera smiled, moving over to her dressage table, picking up a bowl.
"May I help you clean up?"
"No, no Thor, its fine. You go, I'll see you later. I'm sorry for accusing you of hurting him. I've just never seen him like that with you. It was an automatic response." Leera blushed, Embarrassed.
"You need not apologise. I shall take my leave. Until later, my lady" Thor said, taking Leera's hand and kissing her hand, exiting the room. Leera sighed loudly and looked back to the mess on the floor. Breathing in and focusing on what Loki taught her, Leera lifted her hands to the floor and a green mist enclosed around her hands. Closing her eyes, Leera muttered the ancient words of the magical art and pushed her hands forward. Opening her eyes the floor was now clean, and Leera grinned, proud of herself. Taking hold of the bowl for a second time, Leera ventured to the washroom, filling it with water. Entering the room once more, Leera gathered a few cloths and carefully climbed onto the bed, steadying the bowl of water in one hand. Sitting by his side, and placing the bowl on the pillow next to Loki's head, the lady Loki soaked a cloth and wiped it over his mouth, then his brow, cleaning his face. Once cleaned, Leera soaked the other cloth, folding it Ito a rectangular shape and draped it across Loki's forehead. Leaning to the bed side table, Leera placed the bowl down and turned back to her husband.
"Loki, sweetheart, wake up..." Leera spoke softly, stroking Loki's face. The emerald prince twitched and ever so slowly opened his eyes. "Hey, how do you feel?" she said, moving her hand down to his chest, rubbing it comfortingly.
"Tired..." he replied, leaning in to Leera's hands, grimacing at the funny taste in his mouth.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes..." Loki groaned and places a hand on his head, his temples hurting.
"Why were you sick Loki? Are you I'll?"
"I do not think I am..." the emerald prince slowly sat up and leant against the headboard, starting to harshly pull at his tunic. "Take it off! Help me get it off!" Leera frowned in confusion and moved towards Loki, raising his arms and lifted his shirt tunic from him, his chest bare and milky White. "I just feel so hot... It was irritating my skin..."
"Change into your other form..." Leera bit her lip, lowering her eyes. "It might cool you down... Stop you from feeling like you do..."
"I do not want you seeing me like that again" Loki shook his head, closing his eyes whilst taking short, deep breaths.
"I don't care what you look like Loki... I actually find your blue skin quite ho-" Leera began, but cleared her throat as Loki looked at her, interested as to what she was about to say and her sudden rosy cheeks. Scratching her neck and looking around the room, avoiding his gaze she giggles like she had a school girl crush "you look quiet hot"
"On the contrary, I'm quite cold in that form" Loki looked puzzled.
"No, no Loki, I mean hot as in, Urm, sexy..." the dark haired beauty looked everywhere other than Loki and attempted to slide from the bed, but was stopped by a cold hand wrapping around her wrist. Leera paused and turned around slowly, trailing her eyes from the abdomen of her husband and rose them little by little finally resting her eyes on the sudden smouldering red ones of her husband.
"You do not find this horrifying?" he raised an eyebrow. Leera bit her lip again and ran her hands over the bumps of patterns on Loki's chest, his heartbeat racing at the gentle touches.
"Not at all" Leera grinned moving her hands up to Loki's neck, kissing his lips slowly.
"Well, um, I think I feel better now…" Loki blushed, chuckling and slid from the bed, straight to the balcony for some fresh air, then remembering, turned to face the floor, noticing it was clean from mess. "Do forgive me my love, about the mess. Thank you for cleaning it up, it was not your place to do so. I should have cleaned it"
"Nonsense; through sickness and health and all that jazz right?" Leera grinned, stooping low to pick up the stray fabric on the floor.
"Through what?...forgive me my love but I do not believe I am familiar with that expression; common on Midgard I presume?"
"Yes Loki, it's our earthlings wedding vows" Leera mocked at the words 'earthlings' and chuckled, laying the cloths on the dressing table. Loki smiled happily and placed a hand on his aching stomach. Breathing slowly, slightly nervous, the emerald prince allowed himself to turn to the azure blue prince of Asgard, forming into his native state. Closing his eyes, allowing the coolness embrace his feverish skin, Loki sighed, grasping onto the metal bar of the balcony. Leera paused a moment to admire the perfect blue architecture of his back, and, although he was thin, his marvellous muscles and sharp shoulder blades. He was a beautiful creature. . No, no, not creature. . . god, he was THE beautiful god of mischief, nothing more, nothing less. Perfect in every way. Feeling blessed that this man, this handsome figure was her husband, and that the child in the cot was his, Leera's heart fluttered. Then, the moment sank in her heart when she remembered something that would change his recent happy mood. Once checking her happily sleeping son over once, leers picked up a brush to fiddle with and turned to face him. "Loki?" The blue god turned swiftly, facing his love and shone loving eyes towards her, the red not looking so menacing anymore.
"Yes Leera…" Loki's heart fluttered as he saw Leera running her eyes over his chest and face without disgust, but rather admiration.
"He's coming over soon, to check on you…"She said, looking to the floor. "…I said it would be nice of him to do so…" Hearing a huff confirmed to her that Loki's mood just hit rock bottom once again. "…Don't be mad with me, or with him. He was concerned with you Loki, especially when you collapsed on his lap… he feared for your health and wished to stay by your side…"
"I do not need his sympathy Leera…" Leera heard, still not looking up.
"Maybe not, but perhaps you need your brothers company. You've spent far too much time hiding from him and Odin, avoiding them every second of the day. Fair enough if you do not want the same relationships as you once had with them, but really Loki, would one simple conversation kill you?" Leera spoke, now looking up to face him, and was surprised to see him back in his pale white skin.
"Leera, you just witnessed what happened when I found him in my room, wanting to talk. I do not like the idea of constantly vomiting every time we speak!" Loki showed his teeth in frustration and knocked his arms to his side, feeling fed up.
"I'll tell him to leave if you wish" Leera replied, defeated and sounded almost melancholy. Loki detected this and turned to face his saddened wife.
"I will do it this once, only for you. I shall speak with him this evening, and be as civil as I see fit, but do not expect me to form a relationship that I do not wish to pursue…"
"I expect nothing of you Loki" Leera replied, smiling weakly and walked towards him, with a fresh, thin linen shirt from her chair. "Put this on, I gather you won't want your brother to see you half naked" Loki smiled in response and took the garment, putting it on.
"I shall stay by the open windows for fresh air, my stomach still does not feel settled. The fresh air will do me well" Loki spoke, sitting on the floor of the balcony.
. . .
"He's coming…" Loki sighed, sensing his brother approaching the door.
"Would you like me to leave you two alone?" Leera asked softly, walking towards the door to let Thor in.
"…no!..." Loki began, almost frightened at the thought "…stay, please" Leera nodded and opened the door before Thor even knocked. As she gazed outside, Thor stood, a grin beaming across his face. Leera smiled in return and stepped aside for him to walk in. closing the door, Leera walked to the farthest corner of the room, far enough to be out of Loki and thorn's way for them to speak, but close enough to be there for him if he needed her. Loki shifted and pushed himself backwards so that his back was flush against the cold bedroom wall. Thor looked anxiously at Loki and sat also on the balcony, with his back against the opposite wall. Thor flashed a curious glance over to Leera, as to why she was still here while he spoke with his brother, but then answered his own question when he guessed himself. Loki wanted her there. Pushing that aside, he looked back to Loki, who surprisingly sat there watching him intently.
"How are you feeling brother?" Thor asked, breaking the silence. Leera had now picked up a book and began to read. Loki paused a moment, a sudden flash of regret of agreeing to speak with Thor, then exhaled, opening his mouth.
"Well enough…" He replied, trying to sound as civil as he possibly could manage.
"I am pleased, brother. Besides this event, how has your day fared?" Thor smiled awkwardly, trying to get comfortable under Loki's piercing glare.
"It was enjoyable…" Loki admitted, casting a quick eye to Leera, whom was deep in concentration, reading her book.
"So, I" Thor began but was cut of surprisingly by Loki.
"What do you want Thor, what did you want? You said you wished to talk to me. About what precisely, I gather it was not about my day, or do you intend to ask me about how I find the changes in the weather, or whether I enjoyed the roast boar at dinner?"
"I just… I miss talking to you brother. About everything and anything. Just to hear your voice. I came to ask if, you might find forgiveness in your heart and well, talk to me…" Thor explained, tears evident in his eyes.
"Forgiveness is earned, and is something I do not dish out lightly, Thor. . ." Loki turned from his brother's gaze and looked to the starry sky.
"Please brother…."