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Marvel owns Loki and all remnants of Asgard. Leera, Naylla and Loofney are mine

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Leera rushed to her husband, shaking with fear and worry, and his pale, limp body spread across the floor. Thor had followed in suit and leant down, easily picking up his brother and his arms, looking down solemnly at his sickly white face. Facing his parents, Thor walked past and ran with all his might, as much as his legs would carry him, to the healing chambers. Leera looked to Frigga whom nodded to her, recognising her request and Leera followed Thor, leaving little Loofney in his grandparents care. Thor rushed as fast as was possible all those years etc. was a dream caused by an illness taking over him for him, with his brother in his arms. Passing Sif and the warriors three, gaining a concerned look and they too followed, shouting after their friend, asking questions which received no answer. Bursting through the healing chambers door Thor rushed to the nearest bed and laid down his brother, Leera and the others following in turn, rushing into the room.

Loki groaned and began to shiver. Thor ripped his cloak from his back and covered Loki's body, knowing it would be warmed than the bed sheets. The lady Loki stood by the side of the bed and looked up; scanning the chamber for a healer, but none could be seen. "Where are they?" Leera said frantically, looking at Thor with desperation.

"I know not." Thor shook his head, worry covering his face.

"By the gods, what happened to him, he looks like death!" Fandral gasped, stepping forward to take a look at the youngest son of Odin.

"He woke up, and, I don't know what happened. He was rambling about things that never happened, then he collapsed" Leera explained, looking at the blonde warrior and his friends.

"What things?" Sif questioned, ever so nervous about Loki, since the incident of the frost giants entering Asgard, all that time ago.

"He believed Loofney was three years old, he believed that I had several more pregnancy scares and he asked me why I look different and accused me of changing my appearance to confuse him. He seemed… well, crazy" Leera confessed, shaking her head.

"How strange…" Sif said, looking away, immersed in her own thoughts. After minuets of talking, and whispering, checking Loki's temperature and sharing worried glances, a healer walked in, surprised to see that amount of people in the chambers. Placing down some fresh linen garments she had just gone to fetch from the embroiders for the patients, she walked over to the hushed company.

"Hello, I am Naylla, I'm the Elders trainee. Can I possibly help you?" She asked eagerly, bowing her head to the eldest son of Odin. Thor stood to the side, revealing Loki lying on the bed and Naylla gasped, quickly walking to the prince. "What happened?"

"We know not. He woke with terrible allusions; we seem to think they were caused by a nightmare, then he collapse, coughing up blood and the contents of his bowl. Surely that is not something caused by a mere cold. . . Is he sick?" Thor explained, lowering his eyes.

"My lord, I shall try with all my power to find out his ailment and inform you, but I cannot do so without the Elder healer. I know not of her whereabouts at this exact time, but when she returns, I will make it a priority to consult her and diagnose the prince Loki. I can make him as comfortable as possible and keep his temperature at a steady level." Naylla offered, placing hand of Loki's head, looking to the sorrowful company. "I am afraid though, my Lord, that we have several patients here that are in dire need of peace and rest and I cannot permit all of you to stay with him. I can allow at least one to stay by his side, but you really cannot all stay."

"I will stay!" Thor said, looking back at Leera whom looked livid. She wanted to stay. "Leera, you have seen too much of this, and it would do you not good to worry by his side and make yourself ill over it. You have a son to look after. He will be safe with me" Leera's angered expression decreased as she remembered her son. Yes, of course, Loofney would need her in her husband's absence, and the healing chambers were no place for a child. Nodding in agreement, Leera kissed Loki's head and left the room, casting a longing glance back to her love, not wanting to leave him. Thor assured his friends that he would be well with his brother and bid them a goodbye, sitting next to Loki, grabbing his bony white hand in his big warm hand, holding on to him with love.

"He will be fine My Lord" Naylla offered, shuffling from one foot to another, looking awkwardly at the two silent princes.

"I do hope so, but a stinging in my heart makes me fear the worst. It has not gone unnoticed of his recent sickness, and ill looking eyes. He vomited himself to unconsciousness the day before last, and we still do not know the reason for it…" Thor replied, not looking up, and watched his brothers still face.

"We will do everything we can my lord, and more. Place your trust in us" Naylla reassured the golden god and left the beside to gather a bowl of water and some towels.

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Leera rushed back to her chambers, suddenly feeling a rush of fear about leaving little Lokison with Frigga and Odin. Opening the door on reaching her chambers, Leera found Odin by the balcony and Frigga sat on the bed looking the saddest Leera had ever seen her before. Trailing straight to the cot, Leera leaned down and picked her son up, needing contact with him, to feel safe. Cradling him in her arms, Leera turned to Frigga. "Thank you, for staying with him" Frigga looked up and smiled weakly, her golden hair seeming to have lost its glimmer and she stood to her feet.

"It is not a problem dear. Tell me, how is he?" Frigga said.

"He hasn't woken yet. Thor stayed with him…" Leera sighed. "…He has been I'll for a while, it seems" Odin turned in a flash, stepping towards Leera, a glisten of fury pooled in his single wise eye. Leera stood back, feeling suddenly exposed and intimidated. Frigga noticed the change in her daughter in laws stance and looked to her husband.

"And you only now see fit to inform us now, that our youngest son has been experiencing some form of illness for a while?" Odin snapped and Frigga frowned at her husband's outburst.

"I-I didn't not think… he was sick only a few times… I thought perhaps it would pass. Besides, he does not wish for me to inform anyone of the ups and downs of his personal life" Leera said, shaking under the angered gaze of the All-Father. Odin bared his teeth but Frigga placed a hand on his chest to silence him.

"Loki does not want us to know anything about him?" Frigga asked, almost with disbelief.

"I-um, no, no he doesn't…" Leera admitted, looking away nervously. Frigga held her hand to her chest, feeling hurt at her son's decision and gasped, trying to hold back her sorrowful tears. How could he? He decided to speak to her. He started to call her mother. But it was still his decision not to tell her anything? It broke the golden queen's heart to think that Loki was hurt/ damaged so much at the past events, that opening up to his mother, was something of the past. Leera instantly regretted opening her mouth, the pang of guilt ripping through her stomach as she saw her mother in law cradle her chest in sorrow and her father in law glare into the distance.

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Thor sat by his brothers side, staring intently at loki's pale face, holding his bony hand in his, rubbing it affectionately with his thumb. Thor watched as his brother breathed slowly and harshly, his eyes moving underneath his eyelids, hinting that he was dreaming. As he skinned his golden face over his brother's features, watching every so often as the elder healer arrived, making several observations and coming to several conclusions of Loki's illness, Thor reminisced. The thought of all the moments they had shared together as close brothers. One memory that kept popping up was when Loki was no more than ten years old in human years, and was sat on a tree, reading a book, all the while; Thor and his young friends were sparring on the grass below. Thor had tripped over a friend's foot and, although only a young boy, he was heavy, and fell into the tree stump. On impact the tree had swayed harshly knocking Loki to the ground, his book flying from his hands and little Loki landed on his arm. He cried out in pain and Thor stopped in fighting immediately and scooped Loki up in his arms, comforting him. Thor had wrapped his arm sportingly around Loki's waist and took him to his father, all the while Loki led his head on Thor's shoulder telling him it was ok and it wasn't his fault. That night Thor had slept over in Loki's room and stayed up all night, Thor telling Loki many scary stories and both laughing into the golden radiance of the morning. The memory made a tear trickle down his face as he sorely missed that connection between him and his brother.

"Brother, can you hear me?" Thor waited and watched as Loki's eyes moved quickly underneath his eyelids as if having a nightmare. "I miss us brother. I miss our arguing, our joyous moments of victory, even those times when you played your utterly humours pranks on me when I was trying to impress a maiden. Why does this, these events… why do they have to cause such strife. Can we not bring things to the way they were? Can you not forgive me, in all my self-righteous actions towards you, making you feel like the lesser man? Can you not forgive fathers momentary weakness in finding it impossible to tell you the truth of your true heritage? Brother, can you not… will you not… Loki, I miss you" Thor shed another tear and watched as Loki shuffled under his brother's red cape and sluggishly opened his eyes, a bout of sickness welling up in his stomach. Shooting forward into an upright position, Loki thrust his hand forward, grabbing a tray that was on a table, in front of the bed. Bringing it to his chest, Loki inhaled harshly and coughed, bringing up some unwanted blood. Thor sat on the edge of his chair, rubbing comforting circles on Loki's back. Placing a blood filled tray on the table Loki steadied his breathing then, cast a glance to Thor, swatting his hands from his body.

"Do not touch me, Oaf" Loki snarled, laying back slowly onto the bed, and regarded the red cloak covering his torso, casting it aside to Thor.

"Did you hear nothing I said to you brother?" Thor hardly spoke above a whisper, grief-stricken at Loki's harshness.

"No, I did not. Why am I here? Where is Leera?" Loki snarled, looking around the room.

"You were frantic, brother. You had a nightmare, though to you, it was reality. You collapsed once again. Leera is back in your chambers with Loofney. I sent her away" Thor replied, a sudden shiver of sorrow past through his body.

"How dare you cast my wife away…? I must, I shall leave now…" Loki said, in between breaths as he swung his legs from the bed and stood on the cold marble floor, holding onto a chair beside his to steady his frail body.

"Brother, you must lie down, you are not well, you must rest until the healers can treat you" Thor objected, Stomping to his brothers side.

"I demand you desist using brother towards me! I am not and never will be. Stop putting your faith in something that is not and will not be real. You delude yourself Thor, you always have. No matter how many times the truth strikes you in the face, you turn the other cheek, unaware of its touch. Open your eyes to reality. This is who we are! You, the chosen heir of Asgard, and I a frozen monster." Loki replied, stumbling forward, holding on to every object available to him to hold. As he stumbled, Thor stood as a distance, but close enough to grab him, to support him if he so needed. He was not willing to give up on him just yet. He WAS his brother, not matter how much Loki could not face it, he WAS.

Stepping a few more feet, casting a glare to every healer that protested against his leaving, Loki stopped, gathering all the breath he could muster at once. He did not know what was wrong, but wrong is what he felt. He could feel his insides tear and burn. It was a similar feeling, he recalled, to the moment his soul ripped in half for his wife, but only more. The pain this time was immense. The sickness, Loki concluded, was not due to the overload of emotions, although it did make him feel queasy. There was a pressing that could not be identified, against his stomach, and then felt like a boot kicking him, forcing the harshness of the leather soul down onto his organ, and if stubbing out a burn. The pressure was so intense; vomiting seemed the only release from the pain he could experience. But when he did, as everyone discovered, a darkness took over his mind and body and fell into an unwanted sleep. Steadying his breath, the emerald prince straightened up and tried as much as possible to compose himself, and walked feebly from the healing chambers. "Loki please, you need to stay here!" Thor protested.

"Do not think you have the right to tell me what to do Odinson, I do what I want, whether you like it or not. I take no orders from you, so do not insinuate that I shall start now when my body is not my own!" Loki turned back and snarled, glaring at Thor with such passion, that it even scared himself. Loki growled at Sif and the warriors three as he stomped past and headed straight for his chambers, the healers walking behind him quietly, objecting to his absence from the healing chambers. Loki was clearly ill, it was obvious in his appearance and was justified by his emptying of his bowels, but he would not accept it. This, it would seem, was caused by his many years of believing something to be true and find it a lie. To accept anything recently, took a lot of hard work for the prince, and would take him many a millennia it appears to gain trust in anyone.