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People? Where you gone? *puppy dog face* So many hits, so little feedback…

Anyhow, check out the poll! Currently Halo (Harry/Loke) is in the lead for the main pairing… Some of you might wonder how that will work. It might include some Master of Death-ness and immortal-ness, as well as time. Plenty of time. Harry is not raising Loke to be his boyfriend or anything of the sort. Thought I'd clear that up. J

There will be no update next week. I'm taking a couple of online college courses over the summer, whose work I have been putting off. Therefore, no update next week.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! R&R!

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"Loke?" Loke's mind fuzzily registered. "Hey Loke!"

He was on a bed. That was rather abnormal situation for him because he was a spirit. Spirits didn't exactly sleep on beds and when they did, it was more of a cloud than a decorated mattress in a frame.

"You okay?"

"Uhmgggguugghhhh…" Loke groaned as he flipped to the side. His face was buried into the hard pillow that his head was resting on and the blood flow to his arm was sufficiently cut off by his ribcage.

The bed itself was significantly softer than any other human-manufactured bed he had slept on. It formed around his body as he shifted, filling in the uncomfortable gaps of air that had been trapped underneath his side.

"Taking that as a no." Lucy said tenderly as she pulled a set over covers over Loke's shoulders. "You need to get some sleep."

Loke fought off a wave of fuzz as Lucy turned away from where he was laid down. "Why am I here?" He asked.

A spot of remembrance hit Lucy and she drew her head backwards. "I couldn't force you back into your gate. You feel unconscious and refused to wake up."

"Hm." Loke simply replied.

"You should go back to sleep." Lucy put her hands on her hips and glared at her celestial spirit.

"But I'm wasting your energy!" Loke weakly protested.

"Sleep."

"Sleep." Harry immediately commanded Loke as Loke began to open his eyes. Loke instantly made the motion to get up, his small frame racked with shivers and coughs. Loke's futile attempts at moving utterly failed every time. "Sleep, Otouto."

"Why are you calling me Otouto?" Loke trembled as he asked Harry. He didn't quite have a name for the reason why he was shaking all over the place.

Loke had once heard Capri complaining- yes, complaining- about his owner being sick. If Loke could remember correctly, the goat-man's exact words were "She keeps on shaking as if she's afraid of something!"

Loke had joked that she was scared of getting sicker. Now he presumed that he knew the feeling that Capri's owner had been having.

"I wondered where the word Nakama came from. I actually heard it from 'Monie when I really think about it…. She said it was a Japanese word or something. So I used that internet thingy to search up what little brother meant in Japanese and I found out…"

Loke tuned himself out and wished Harry would get on with it. Loke was struggling to suppress his physical symptoms and was not managing to hide them from Harry, obvious by the elder man's caring glare. He was a Spirit and was invincible- he couldn't show weakness, even if it was towards his Nakama.

"Anyhow, are you Japanese?" was the only thing Loke caught as Harry finished.

"No." Loke said as a cough overtook him, turning his already weak voice into a rasp. "I'm a celestial spirit."

"Uh… Yes." Harry sheepishly said. "Forgot that for a bit."

"So what's all this…" Loke trailed off, his question interrupted by a fit of coughs. His throat was dry, he felt like a pile of- what did Scorpio call it?- dung, and he was getting somewhat tired of his pseudo brother and master. No offense to Harry, but the time was not right to test Loke's small amount of patience.

"Wait." Harry said before ducking into a doorway. Loke hadn't noticed the entrance to a separate room yet; as a matter of fact, he didn't remember any exit to the room existing in the first place.

He'd have to ask Harry about it later.

There was a clatter of pots and pans before Harry emerged from the doorway, armed with a glass of water. Loke let out a small squeal of joy as he noticed the light frost on the edge of the glass which was quickly defeated by yet another coughing fit.

Harry laughed at Loke and brought the glass over to him.

Loke greedily grabbed the glass and poured it down his throat. A moment or two passed before he realized that he should still be mad at Harry.

What was the reason again?

The sickness- or whatever he called it- was obviously making him have mood swings like Aquarius on her bleeding week. It was also altering his memory or something.

Come to think of it, why was he on a bed?

"Why am I in a house?" Loke indirectly spoke his thoughts.

"When we got out of the water, you were going slightly crazy. I picked you up and you passed out, so I carried you to my place." Harry explained.

Loke held out the empty glass to Harry. Harry accepted it and immediately placed it down on a mahogany table that was adjacent to the bed.

"Oh."

"You need anything? I can get you some food, ibuprofen, more water- just tell me." Harry said to Loke with a smile.

"What's ibuprofen?" Loke asked, snuggling further underneath the thick covers. He should ask Aries if she could make something like this for him to sleep on. Lamb wool? That must be even more comfortable than the bed he was positioned on.

"Well," Harry started, sitting on the edge of Loke's bed. "It's a medicine that lowers fe-"

Harry was cut off as Loke was racked with a round of coughing. Loke noticed that Harry had a small wince on his face. It took Loke a minute to realize that his master- no, older brother, he had to remember that now- was feeling empathetic towards him. Or sympathetic- Loke couldn't tell the difference.

Harry was feeling something towards him, at the very least.

Loke caught his breath and managed to stop coughing. He felt weak. Spirits weren't supposed to feel weak. The Lion wasn't supposed to feel weak.

Who was he kidding? As Harry had pointed out when Loke had been summoned for the first time, he was a kid. A kid was allowed to do whatever they desired.

Loke gave himself a mental pat on the back to reward himself for his reasoning.

"It lowers fevers and can help lower the pain you might feel when coughing." Harry resumed. "As an older brother, I also feel the responsibility to tell you that it can do a hell lot against hangovers."

Loke blinked and gave Harry a questioning look.

"What's a hangover?"