Okay so i wrote this when i was really tired so im sorry its not as long or if it isnt great...i hope you enjoy :d I own nothing.

Thor had bolted towards his brother, cradling the shaking God in his large hands. Now Steve was really freaked out. He couldn't decide which freaked him out more, how sisck Loki looked, how suddenly it seemed to have come on, or how damn worried about it Thor looked.

After a good half an hour of Thor cradling his brother, staring at him, wiping the damp hair out of his face and murmuring that it wasn't normal for Loki to be ill, not since they were children, Steve was getting a little impatient. Loki looked downright awful, and they didn't even know what was wrong with him. So he decided to find Bruce, because Bruvce was clever, so he would know what to do.

When Bruce arrived back on the scene with Steve, he barely took a glance at the God before demanding they take him to the medical suit of the tower, which was only built in case of any major injuries during a fight. Noone had really expected them to have the God of mishief come to live with them, let alone to have him get so very sick.

Steve lay Loki down on the bed, having opted to carry the frail God himself. Steve had been surprised by how tiny Loki was, seeming far too light for someone as tall as he was. Steve knew Loki chose not to eat quite as much as the rest of them, still getting used to the food on Earth, but really, Steve could feel ever single one of his vertebrae through his clothes.

So steve assigned himself Loki mission number one; When Loki was better, or at least starting to recover, Steve would make sure he ate more.

He also set himself Loki mission number two; figure out why his stomach was doing backflips every time he thought of the green-eyes Trickster.

Bruce hooked Loki up to temperature sensors, heart rate monitors, and an IV to keep him hydrated. Steve felt a worried lump grow in his throat when he saw how high Loki's fever was.

"Any ideas doc?" Oh Lord his voice did not just tremble, it didnt, no, not at all. He wasn't that worried.

Bruce eyed him knowingly over the tops of his glasses and Steve flushed. It felt like Bruce could see right through him with a look like that. He wasn't sure what he was worried about Bruce seeing, or what the scientists actually did see from him in that moment, but he felt himself turning away defiantly, as if such a childish gesture would affect the other man.

"Seems to be closest to the flu in terms of our viruses, although we can't be sure that's what this is. I'm not a medical doctor, but I've seen enough diseases to recognize most. This seems like a violent strain of flu, reacting badly with his Jotun physiology. Basically, the fact that he isn't human means that the flu is making him a lot sicker than it would a human." He added, seeing Steve looking a little perplexed.

Steve shut his eyes for a moment. He'd had flu before, he knew how miserable and sick it made you, and this was going to be worse for Loki just because of where he came from? He also knew Flue had to get worse before it got better...and if this was how bad Loki was just a day into it...Steve started as he felt a hand on his arm.

"He'll be okay Steve, don't worry. He'll be up and about to help us again in no time."

Steve grimaced. Was that all anyone thought he cared about?

"I care about him as a person as well, Dr. Banner. He's not just a fighting tool for us, he's our friend now. He's been very kind to me."

Bruce gave him a look he couldn't quite desrcibe. "You like him as more than a friend Steve, even i can see that."

Steve's eyes widened. "N-nno no I don't." He stammered. He knew two guys going out was acceptable now, and he had no problem with it anymore, but he didn't think of Loki that way...did he?

I mean, everyone had to admit Loki was beautiful. And he had a devilish sense of humour, and he was incredibly intelligent and could do magic Steve couldn't even dream about. Steve found warmth pooling in his chest at the thought of how Loki could be sweet and kind in ways Steve just loved him f-

Loved.

Steve liked Loki. That way.

Bruce chuckled as Steves face melted into a smile.

"Ah, penny dropped has it Steve? I see how you look at him. You look more worried than Thor does right now, and Thor is his brother. Did you realize you've been holding his hand for the past ten minutes, rubbing your thumb on the back of it in concentric circles? And did you also notice how Loki hasn't stirred since you started doing so? He feels your presence Steve. It soothes him, and from the goofy grin on your face, it soothes you too."

Bruce clapped steve once more on the shoulder, turning to leave the room. He stopped in the doorway as he heard Steves voice.

"Dr. Banner..Thanks."

Bruce laughed.

"Oh don't worry about it. Just don't spend all of your time watching over him, or Thor is gonna notice something, and then you've really got something to worry about."

Steve gulped. Thor would kill him.

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