The next morning Lori didn't take breakfast. She didn't take lunch. She didn't take dinner.

"Never thought I would say this, but you are neglecting the basic needs of your mortal body."

"Meals are like a supermarket, Loki. When you have nothing in your pantry you go stock up on food in the supermarket. My pantry is far from empty…" She poked her belly. "With other words, I have no need for the supermarket."

"Did you even listen to that healer?"

"It's called a doctor here, and no. Why would I? It's not like she had anything useful to say."

Loki wanted to scream at so much stupidity.

"I am hungry, foolish mortal! Feed me!"

"You're not even real."

"I am very much real! Loki's anger and frustration gave him an unexpected strength, and he pushed Lori away from the controls, swinging an impressive punch at the wall. That it was very impressive showed from the amount of plaster that came down. Next to the hole Loki had hit in the wall Lori's dent looked… rather puny. The pain rushed over him and he felt how he got pulled back. Lori screamed.

"YOU BROKE MY HAND YOU ASSHOLE!"

Jotun strength and Midgardian build were not a good combination, so it seemed. Loki felt a speck of guilt when he realized Lori sat on the floor, clutching her bleeding hand, tears of pain running over her face.

"Wait… I broke your hand?"

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Apparently he did.

"We should get you to a healer then."

"IT'S CALLED A DOCTOR AND I HATE YOU ASSHOLE!"

It was an interesting thing to know, that he still had part of his powers when he was in control… He wondered if the same went for his magic. Lori's crying drew him from his thoughts.

"Dad… is gonna k-kill me… Argh this hurts so fucking much…"

"If you allow me I will take you to a hea… err… doctor."

"Asshole. Now you're concerned? I hate you. I HATE YOU!"

Lori was trembling in pain, and the fact she hadn't eaten a thing all day didn't help her. Loki could feel how Lori's consciousness was fleeting, as was her grasp on her body.

"D-don't dare… to… f-fuddle my boobs… a-asshole…"

That was the last thing she uttered before collapsing. Loki was in control now, and damn that hand hurt like hell indeed. He was a bit more used to being in agony than Lori though, so he could easily manage a few cracked knuckles. In the bathroom he held the hand under the water to get rid of the debris and the dust that was in the cuts. The hand was already very swollen, and adorned with quite a few scratches from the bricks he had pulverised. As soon as he found it clean enough he made his way downstairs, to the kitchen, where he grabbed a whole pack of chocolate chip cookies and ate them with the hurry of a person who hasn't eaten in a week. Next was the phonebook. He looked for a cab company, found one, called it, grabbed a handful of money from the household pot and waited. When the cab arrived he ordered it to drive him to the closest hospital. The driver was an Asiatic looking man.

"Wow girl… Whatcha did?"

"Nothing."

"Ooh, walked into the door with that hand huh?"

Loki, oblivious of what the driver was referring to, sighed and shook his head.

"No, into a wall actually."

"Jeez girl… The dude that did that belongs in jail man!"

Loki was confused. How did this man know about what had happened? He indeed belonged in jail according to Midgardian law, but definitely not for breaking Lori's hand… The driver continued.

"You can't have people walk all over ya, you know? You deserve better."

Curious, Loki answered.

"Why?"

The driver shook his head in apparent disbelief.

"Look at you girl, you're young n'pretty, no man should be walkin over ya! Everyone deserves respect, ya know? No matter what they look like, or where they come from, that's just basics girl!"

Loki found the driver a strange man. He wanted to say something, but then the car took a turn and they entered the parking of the hospital.

"There we are girl. Now get that looked at, the best of luck for ya. And mark my words, ya're worth better!"

Loki paid the driver and made his way to the emergency department. He felt very awkward… He had to wait in a waiting room, between a woman holding a small child that had apparently broken his nose and a very reserved looking man who stared right in front of him. He hoped no one would start unsolicited conversation like the driver had, but of course he couldn't be that lucky. The woman with the crying kid turned to him.

"Richie had to go biking on his own of course… And look at us now, sitting at the ER with a broken nose… Sssh Richie boy, the doctor's gonna make it all better… "

The woman tried to shush her child, which was crying while holding a bloody handkerchief to his nose. Loki feigned interest.

"Oh."

"Well yeah, that's having children huh? That hand looks nasty by the way… What happened to you?"

"A fight."

The woman raised her eyebrows.

"I may hope the other guy is off far worse then…"

"The other guy was a wall."

The woman laughed as if Loki had said something incredibly funny.

"Frustration huh? Well, if I would hit a wall every time this little guy drives me mad… I would end up with two permanent casts I'm afraid… Be glad you don't have kids yet…"

Loki wanted to say that he did have kids, and that he would have gladly given his two hands to be allowed to raise them, but he remembered just in time he was still in Lori's body. Finally, it was his turn. The doctor ordered a scan, and it showed two of the metacarpi were broken, along with the dislocation of a few other bones in the hand. The doctor was surprised.

"This is quite a fracture you have there, young lady… What happened?"

"I…" Loki hesitated, and then said, honestly. "I got in a fight with a girl who was really pissing me off… and out of frustration I hit a wall."

"Good it was a wall and not that girl's face, young lady, I can tell you with this force you would have fractured more than just her nose!"

"I… I know."

"Well, this needs to be immobilized, and I will have to give you a regional sedative to put the dislocated fingers back in place."

"Not necessary. I can handle a bit of pain."

The doctor raised eyebrows.

"You've been in this situation before, haven't you?"

"Something like it."

"Well, I can't force the sedative on you. Bite your teeth, young lady."

Pain shot through Loki's hand and arm as the physician exerted pressure on the dislocated fingers, snapping them back in place. Loki didn't even moan though, he had learned to take pain gracefully after a long life of painful punishments. The doctor appeared impressed.

"If you would put as much effort in controlling your anger as you do in controlling your pain reflex, perhaps you wouldn't have this problem every often, Miss Lauritsen."

Loki looked at his shoes while the doctor immobilized the broken fingers. Suddenly the door of the treatment room flew open, showing Mr Lauritsen, who looked a little overheated.

"Lori! The hospital called, what happened!? I rushed from my work to this place! Why didn't you call me?"

Loki frowned at the doctor, who explained.

"You are underage, we are legally obliged to inform your caretakers."

No different than on Asgard then, he recalled that no matter how much he pleaded the healers not to tell Frigga of his injuries, they always did and then she would come rushing in, worried and concerned and sometimes angry because he had been careless while causing mischief… the memory of his not-mother stung painfully in his chest, and he repressed it by pointing his attention to Lori's father. The doctor had just finished explaining what had happened to him, and now he was looking worriedly at her.

"Baby Carrot, don't you know you can always call me? I'm your dad, I would care for you no matter what!"

Something in Mr Lauritsen reminded Loki of Thor… He didn't like it.

"I just got a little mad, it's no big deal father."

Lori's father seemed almost hurt at that name.

"You broke your hand, Lori. That is a big deal to me, and it should be to you as well."

Loki just huffed. Again, Mr Lauritsen seemed hurt.

"Lori, I know you're angry with me for that… appointment… but… I really meant well. Dr Trachtenberg told me I should get you better-fitting clothes, so I have put some extra money on your account. Go shopping with some friends, I don't know… I didn't mean bad."

Definitely Thor. Driving head first into trouble, and then apologizing meekly and asking for forgiveness. Loki suddenly understood how Lori came to hate her dad…

"It was humiliating and unnecessary."

"But if it helps then…"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Loki found it awkward to speak to Lori's father in her place. He had gotten way too involved in this mortal's businesses already… he needed to back out. Yet in the car he felt Lori stir inside him, and his first reflex was to put a mental hand on her and calm her down with an almost friendly mental caress.

"Sssh… Sleep a bit longer little mortal…"

He could feel how Lori's mind sank back into unconsciousness under his soft touch, and it pleased him. Perhaps… perhaps he was so far in it already that he couldn't back out anymore…

(Author's Notes)

So Loki breaks Lori's hand. Fracture of the fifth and fourth metacarpal is a very common "boxer's fracture", and I've once dislocated my metacarpals in a way not so different from Lori's, so... yeah.

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