Vernorexia: A romantic mood inspired by spring.
"A-choo!"
Another of Thor's great sneezes jolts Loki awake, and he rolls over to glare at the itchy blonde behemoth beside him.
"By the Norns, I swear I could hear the west wing falling down," Loki grumbles, and Thor looks at him apologetically.
"Sorry for waking you, dearest," Thor mumbles, his voice all clogged and stuffy. "It's just, Asgard has never had quite such a profusion of blooms as it has now, and I am afraid I am not coping with it very well."
Another sneeze has Loki convinced the entire castle will soon start crumbling beneath their feet. Modi wakes in the next room, and begins to cry. Thor roars back that he is really quite sorry. Modi refuses to acknowledge this sniffly apology.
Loki sighs, pulls his pillow over his head, and rolls over, pointedly trying to get back to sleep as Thor clambers out of bed with a great effort and goes to soothe the crying child.
The sudden silence is lovely, and unfortunately far too short-lived. Loki has even started to doze off again, when all of a sudden...
"Ah-choo!"
This sneeze is so powerful that Loki is actually jolted out of bed; if it had been an earthquake on Midgard, Loki was sure no less than three-quarters of New York would have tumbled down, reinforced foundations or no.
Rubbing his sore bottom, Loki frowns in Thor's general direction, and begrudgingly heads off to the kitchens to brew some peppermint tea for his ailing husband.