"The lights, Anthony!" Loki hissed.

"Sorry, sorry. JARVIS, turn down the lights," Tony said. He was guiding Loki to the bed. The ex-god had been complaining of a terrible headache all morning. Fearing some head injury, Tony had taken him to Bruce, who had suggested migraines and had given them the number of a real neurologist who could officially make the diagnosis. He did do a scan of Loki's brain, though, and there were no signs that anything was terribly off.

Tony was left to call the neurologist and beg him for an appointment, while Loki continued to moan about the agony he was in.

Thankfully, the neurologist had an opening. Loki was brought in, given an exam and given prescriptions for Maxalt and Imitrex.

By then, though, the migraine had progressed. Loki complained of blurred vision and nausea. Tony practically had to carry him back into the tower.

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As soon as Loki was tucked in, Tony sent someone out to pick up his medication. In the meantime, Tony sat by Loki's side, holding his hand. Dusty was there, too. Loki was curled around the stuffed animal, face pressed into the pillow.

"It hurts…" Loki whispered.

"I know it does," Tony whispered back. Loud noises seemed to make Loki's pain worse. "The medicine will be here soon. Maybe we should try some of those deep breathing exercises that the doctor suggested."

"Oh...kay," Loki agreed.

"Good. Breathe in," Tony instructed, "And count to seven."

Loki took a slow, deep breath.

"Good job. Hold it for a second, then exhale and count to five."

Loki did as he was told.

"Good. Now let's do it again."

Loki gripped Tony's hand a little harder, but performed the exercise once more.

"You're doing great, Lo."

"Make it stop, Anthony. Please."

"It's going to stop soon. I promise."

"It feels like my head is going to explode."

"Do you think ice will help?"

"Not sure…"

"I'm going to get you some ice."

Tony had just stood up when JARVIS alerted him. The guy he'd sent to the pharmacy had returned. Thank God.

Tony rushed downstairs to meet the guy, gave him a hundred dollar tip for being so quick, and rushed back up to Loki, who was beginning to writhe in pain.

"Loki, I've got your meds."

"Ugh…"

"Let me get some water for you. You'll be feeling better in no time."

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An hour later, Loki had ceased moving around in anguish. Now, it was totally silent, save for his slow, steady breathing. The medicine had cured Loki's pain, but had also knocked him out.

Tony continued to sit by his side. He gently pulled the comforter up over Loki's chest, and ensured that Dusty was safe within Loki's grasp. When he was done, he took in the sight before him. He couldn't help but think of how adorable Loki looked. And, though it was a waste of a day, Tony wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else than by Loki's side.