For Miriam (Quotev)

You groaned and shifted lightly under a mountain of fuzzy blankets. You turned your head and glanced at the steamy bowl of chicken soup on your nightstand. You had been confined to your room after a week of no sleep and little food (which you brought upon yourself). Unfortunately, you didn't have the strength to sit up and eat on your own - your consistent lack of sleep had worn out every muscle in your body. All you could do was lie down and sleep.
A knock on your door caused you to open your eyes.
"Yes?" you called groggily. The door opened to reveal and very openly worried Thor and a secretly worried Loki. The Avengers had taken Loki hostage again, only letting him out of his cafe because he promised to help care for you in your sickness. You were the only person he would show his soft side too, save for Queen Frigga, and you had quite an influence over him.
"Joy," Thor sighed with a slight whine, "you need to eat."
"If I had the strength to sit up, I would eat," you argued.
"Then we will have to feed you," Thor decided, grabbing two chairs for Loki and himself and taking a seat beside your bed.
"Are you warm enough?" Loki asked quietly. Initially, he had refused to show kindness to even Thor, but after some magical persuasion, he swore Thor to secrecy, so only the three of you knew he could be nice.
You nodded with a small smile. You liked Loki's soft side. You understood that he wasn't the monster that most humans made him out to be.
You then began a coughing fit, almost sitting up from the force of of your lungs trying to escape your throat.
"I will go get your medicine," Thor stated, standing up. He looked at Loki and said, "Make sure she eats."
Loki nodded, knowing that meant he had to feed you your soup. He grabbed the bowl and took a spoonful, gently blowing on the contents so you didn't burn your tongue. He held the spoon to your mouth, waiting for you to respond. "Eat."
Knowing he, or Thor, for that matter, wouldn't let you get away with saying "no," you opened your mouth and closed your eyes at the wonderful warmth of the soup. Loki repeated the process and gave a small smile at your cooperation. Unbeknownst to others, he enjoyed making you happy.
Thor returned when the soup was about halfway gone. He took his chair, set something you couldn't see on the nightstand, and poured a carefully measured amount of cough syrup into the plastic serving cup before holding it to your mouth.
"Drink."
Crinkling your nose in distaste, you complied, swallowing the vile concoction. Honestly, can't they make a medicine that /doesn't/ taste like black licorice and vinegar?
Thor chuckled at your reaction. "If it tastes anything like it smells, I most sincerely apologize."
You sighed lightly, wishing the horrid aftertaste would go away.
You coughed a couple of times as Loki helped you finish your soup.
"I think it is time for you to rest," Thor decided, adjusting your blankets and fluffing your pillow.
You nodded sleepily, snuggling into the warmth.
"Oh!" Thor exclaimed, as though he had just remembered something. He reached for the nightstand and grabbed the objects he had placed there earlier. He held them out to you - they were Thor and Loki plush dolls.
"The Man of Iron got his hands on dolls that resemble the lot of us, and he thought you'd like to have me and Loki to keep with you when we are otherwise engaged," he explained. You smiled at the thought and grabbed the dolls, holding one in each arm like a five-year-old girl would clutch a baby doll.
Loki blushed lightly. "Who in the nine realms made those?"
Thor shrugged. "I do not know, but teenage Midgardian girls go bonkers over them."
You giggled before coughing again, closing your eyes to sleep some more. You felt warm lips surrounded by scruff press to your forehead - Thor. You heard his heavy footsteps retracting as he left the room. You then felt thin, cooler lips on your forehead and then your cheek - Loki's soft side.
"Goodnight, Joy," he whispered before standing and taking his leave as well.
Being sick may be a horrid experience, but you had two of the best men in the world looking after you.