Thank you all for your reviews and comments and thanks to all those whom have subscribed to me and have added me/my story to their favourite. I feel very… happy! Thanks so much! Right, so I want things to happen a bit now, so (don't worry, they are not breaking up lol) I want a little hostility between Loki and Leera, so she can begin to see his darker side. I don't want it to cause her to change her opinion on him, so don't worry, but I want her to begin to see things.
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And now, on with the Loki epicenes…!
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Loki walked as fast as his body could handle, thundering past the questioning soldiers and snarling at all those whom asked him if everything was right. He did not wish to speak to anyone, no matter who they were; he only wished to see his wife, his son, the only two people who were now his world, his whole life. He grimaced at the thought that his parents were with her, asking her questions, standing near his son. Loki's stomach twisted and turned at the image of Odin attempting to bond with the child. Loki could not hack it, could not handle the idea of his supposed father being close to his son. And it was his son, no on else's; his own flesh and blood. Loofney was his and his alone. Walking around a corner, still unaware to the healers following in pursuit, Loki was faced with his chamber doors, open for all to gaze inside. Quickly and without delay, the emerald prince hurried to the opening of his room and looked in. Leera sat on their bed, Loofney now awake and cradled in her arms. His parents were not there, so Loki came to the conclusion that they had left and walked in. As he turned her spotted the healers and snarled fiercely, warning them not to come any closer and to leave him be. Obeying, the healers jumped and returned the way they came.
The lady Loki looked up at the sound of the chamber door closing and smile graced her face as she looked upon her husband standing at the front of the room. Gently placing Loofney of the bed, Leera bounced up from the bed and rushed to Loki, tackling him into a warm, hard embrace. "My Loki" She whispered and hugged him closer. Loki smiled into Leera's head and kissed her beautiful, midnight hair. "What was wrong? Are you well? Did they find out the problem?" Leera pulled away, eyes full of want and her heart full of questions. Loki frowned a moment and stepped back and Leera shook her head. "Why didn't you stay Loki? Why didn't you let them look you over?"
"I am not ill, am I the only one who can see that?" Loki spat, stepping backwards even more, making an even distance between him and his wife.
"Not ill? Loki, you have been vomiting, coughing up blood and collapsing! Don't insult my intelligence by telling me there is nothing wrong!" Leera clenched her fists as she walked back to the bed and scooped her quiet son in her arms. Loki cast a warm glance at his son as Loofney turned his head to face him, his arms stretching out towards him. As Loki took a step forward towards his son, leers took a step back.
"Give me my son Leera…" Loki commanded, but gently. Leera shook her head in disagreement and stepped back again
"No Loki, unless you find out what is wrong, you are not to come near him." Leera's eyes darkened.
"What? I am not contagious!" Loki said in disbelief.
"That may be so, but what if you pick him up, hold him, and you have a funny turn and collapse? You'll either drop him or land on top of him Loki. You could hurt him" Leera replied, holding Loofney tighter. Loki bared his teeth and tried to calm himself.
"And what of you? Am I not allowed to touch you, to kiss you, to bed y- Am I to be secluded until I seek help with something that does not exist?" Loki's eyes began to water.
"Loki, what if we were, you know, and you collapsed? I don't have the strength to loft you up, to dress you, and fetch help. I could not do it now? I think it best not to… to Urm…" Leera reddened and cleared her throat.
"So not only can I be with my son, but I cannot be with my wife?" Loki choked, pitching the bridge of his nose.
"Of course you can be with us, just not… no touching" Leera sniffled, her heart breaking at the sight of Loki's eyes dripping with foreign saltiness. Loki shook his head, and walked to the bed, sitting down.
"And what of sharing our bed Leera, and I cast from there too?" Loki asked, looking to his wife.
"Until you are well, yes. You know it is a temptation Loki" Leera sat also on her chair in the corner of the room.
"And if I am ill, what if it is something that will take a long time Leera? I cannot stay away from you that long. Do not expect me to stay away from you, please" Loki almost pleaded, but noticed that although Leera was upset at the arrangement, there was no changing her mind. "I shall not leave this room, though, I will respect you; I shall sleep on the floor." Loki stood to his feet and held his side.
"Loki, please, go back to the healers…" Leera pleaded from the corner of her room. Loki grunted and shook his head, knowing that if he did not, if his health did not improve, he would not be able to go near his wife and son. It ripped him apart. He did what HE wanted, nothing more nothing less. To go back to the healers, to him, felt like defeat, a weakness. Stepping to the door, Loki looked back to his wife, knowing with all his heart, that he could never disagree with tis woman, only this woman, and felt a surge of bitterness well in the pit of his stomach.
"I will, but do not visit me. I will return here in the evenings, but do not expect to see me through the day. You want me to recover, to bring my health back to normal, and then I will do so, but do not expect my presence during this. I will return to you completely when I am healed. Good afternoon, Leera. I shall see you this evening" Loki said tiredly and left the room, heading back to the healing chambers. Leera felt in sting in her heart and sat Loofney on the bed. As soon as Loki disappeared Loofney began to cry, and Leera just watched in grief at her husband's sudden change of attitude towards her. As Loki walked further and further away, the sound of his sons wailing got quieter in his ears, but louder in his heart.
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"Brother, you have come to your senses!" Thor boomed joyously as he spotted Loki walking towards the healing chambers, with Sif and the warriors three surrounding him. Loki snarled and pushed past him, entering the healing chambers, feeling the eyes settle against his back.
"I do not like the way he is changing" Volstagg remarked and followed Thor into the chambers. Loki stormed over to the nearest free bed and took a seat, searching the room for the healers. Naylla spotted the returned prince and scurried over to him, catching his eye.
"My lord, it is good to see you back here" Naylla smiled warmly and curtsied. Loki glared and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms, looking unamused. Thor and his friends strolled up to the furious prince.
"So, I am here. What are you going to do? "Loki asked, rolling his eyes, and then shot a hate filled glance
"I, um, we will need to look you over my lord. Please, lay down on the bed" Naylla spoke.
"I will stay here thank you…" Loki stated and Thor huffed in the background.
"For once brother, listen and do what is told you" Thor sighed. Loki sneered at the elder son of Odin and huffed, shuffling up from the chair and climbed onto the bed, lying down, and a look of smugness on his face as he looked back to his brot- , to Thor. Naylla had gathered together a clean tray, a bowl of warm water, some clean cloths and some medicated tonics and placed them on the table at the bottom of the bed, all the while, Loki shot daggers at every member present in the room. After settling everything in its place, Naylla walked to the side of the bed and took Loki's wrist in her hand, checking how steady his heartbeat.
"My lord, how are you feeling?" The young healer asked, happy with the pace Loki's heart as going.
"Fine…" Loki replied, and puckered his brow to Thor.
"Have you recently vomited or anything of the sort?"
"No…" Loki spoke, not being helpful at all.
"Well you have a temperature; your head is burning quite a lot…" Naylla replied feelings Loki's head then walked to the table, soaking a cloth and ringing the excess water from it before laying the strip of cloth on the emerald prince's head. "…It above normal, so we will need to keep an eye on that. When was the last time you consumed any food my lord?"
"I had a slice of pear before I went to sleep" Loki replied honestly, looking Naylla full in the face for the first time without any foul expression.
"When was the last time you ate anything substantial, my lord?" Naylla bit her lip, eyeing the handsome prince. Loki noticed how her cheeks reddened at the sight of him and how he made her embarrassed and enjoyed the situation with the knowledge that he made young maidens swoon for him.
"I know not, I cannot remember the last time. Eating is such a tiresome activity" Loki replied, raising an eyebrow at the young healer, playfully.
"Oh, well, my lord, I don't expect you need me to tell you, but that is not good; not at all healthy for you" Naylla blushed and removed the cloth, checking his temperature yet again. "And the last time you drank?"
"As I said last time, I knot not. I do not keep track of unimportant events" Loki said tiresomely and Naylla nodded, turning to the four men and lady by the side of her.
"Would you be so kind as to fetch some food and drink from the cooks for Lord Loki? He needs sustenance" Hogun nodded and pulled volstagg, Fandral and Sif with him for help, leaving Thor to deal with his unruly brother. Naylla left the handsome prince and his brother for a moment, seeking advice from the elder healer as in what to do with the youngest son of Odin.
"Where is Leera?" Thor asked, breaking the awkward silence. Loki twitched at the mention of his wife's name
"She is in her room, with Loofney…" He answered, crossing his arms tight.
"I thought she would be by your side." Thor said honestly. Loki looked to the golden god, his eyes burning with emotion and shook his head.
"I told her to restrain form entering this place until I am well. Not that her whereabouts has anything to do with you. Now, I would very much enjoy some peace and quiet from your incessant babbling. I need not, nor require your presence. Leave" Loki said, unphased and turned his face in disgust. Thor trembled with sorrow and left the room with haste.
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Night drew in fast that night all seemed hectic in the healing chambers. Healers in and out with several patients and back and forth with several remedies and recurring questions for Loki about things he has eaten, drunk… places he has been that has possibly caused such an illness as his. All succumbing to nothing. The prince became rather frustrated, casting aside the food and drink his brother has provided him. The healer too became weary and tired as nothing seems to be familiar, and nothing seemed to bring his temperature. Accepting that this was all that they were going to achieve this night, Naylla dismissed Loki for the night, asking for him to return in the morning. Loki happily left the room, eager to get back to the comforting confines of his chambers; eager to see his wife, his son… whom he could not touch.
Entering his oh so familiar chambers and locking himself inside, the pale prince instantly silenced as he stumbled upon his wife in bed asleep, and his son in his cot. Stepping slowly towards the bed, remembering what he had said to his wife, Loki picked up his pillows and dropped them to the floor. Conjuring a blanket, Loki sat down onto the floor and sighed at the feeling of the cold wooden floor on his back. "Your back?" A voice echoed in the darkness of the room. Loki looked up to the bed and watched at the covers rustled and a head popped over the edge of the bed and looked down at him on the floor. Leera's black hair fell in curls down towards Loki and Leera leaned over, staring at her husband.
"I thought you were asleep" Loki replied, looking up at his wife, smiling weakly.
"I was, but I heard you come in and remove the pillows" Leera whispered back, smiling in return. "Was it successful?"
"No, I have to return tomorrow, though I still do not believe there is nothing wrong. You should sleep" Loki replied, bringing his sheet up over his chest, stopping it under his chin. Leera shook her head and climbed back up to her previous position, out of the sight of her husband,
"Don't be cold Loki" Her voice came after a few moments of silence.
"Cold? Oh I'm sorry, I thought I was told I was not allowed to lay with my wife or hold my son. Remind me to change my attitude to a much happier, more approachable one next time I get told that" Loki replied bitterly turning onto his side, facing away from the bed.
"Loki…" Leera began, exhaling loudly as she tried to reason with her husband. "…I'm just thinking about the safety of all of us, including you."
"Goodnight Leera" Loki ignored her, and replied quietly.
"Goodnight Loki. I-I love you"
"I know"