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DemiWitch08

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You groaned at your throbbing head an twisting guts, wanting nothing more than to turn back around and close your eyes until it was over.

The booming knocking on your door added up to your vexation and you whined in response, grabbing your head.

The door bursted open and a scowling Loki switched the lights on.

You squeezed your eyes shut and pulled the covers over your head, shielding yourself from the light that invaded your room.

Loki strode into your room and yanked the covers down. You groaned, lifted your hand over your eyes and turned on your side, stomach rumbling.

'Get up, mortal. You were supposed to help me three hours ago!' he spat.

When you didn't react, he let his hands rest on his hips and pressed his lips together.

'Are you really going to make me do it?' he asked. You hummed and held on to your stomach as you experienced a cramp. He furrowed his brows.

At that point Thor stuck his head inside as he heard your groans of pain. Loki sat down on the edge of the bed, shaking your leg violently.

'Brother? Is she awake yet?' Thor asked softly, his voice layered with concern.

'I don't know? I think it's dying,' Loki mumbled, poking you in the side. He chuckled as your body jerked and did it again.

You let out a whine as your head throbbed.

Thor came inside the room too and went to sit next to Loki. He bend down to your face and smiled at you.

'How are you feeling today, Lady Y/N?' Thor asked you. You shook your head, gazing up at his through your lashes.

'I'm sick. I think it's the flu or something...' you said hoarsely. Thor's eyes widened and he quickly cowered away from you and stood straight beside his brother.

Loki quirked up an eyebrow.

'What is it, brother?' he wondered, taking the collar of your shirt and howling you up so he could study your face.

You yelped as your face was inches from his. His gaze locked with yours. The blue bags under your eyes stood out against your chalk face, lips purple.

He quickly let go of you and wiped his hands clean on his trousers as you bounced back against the mattress. You squeaked and closed your eyes.

'Ew,' Loki said and his face scrunched up in disgust. 'It's sweating an awful lot.'

'That's because she's sick, Loki. It's a Midgardian illness... or something,' Thor explained. 'Well, lucky our mission is canceled. Now we can take care of her.'

You smiled at your friend and he gave you a toothy one back.

Loki shook his head.

'I'm not taking care of it. It's your pet, your responsibility,' he sneered and got up from your bed, before storming off.

There was a pang in your chest at his words. He clearly did not like you. He was disgusted by your mere presence and you bit your lip from spasming in a grimace.

Thor shrugged.

'So stubborn he is. But no worries, little one. I'll make you some chicken soup.'

You didn't know how to feel about Thor making soup for you. It would probably taste awful. So you came up with a lie.

'I'm vegan.'

'Then tomato soup it is,' he said. Well, you were fucked. And not in a pleasurable way.

You sat down at the kitchen table, Thor was stirring the soup and Loki was angrily watching you - as if it was you fault for being sick and ruining his plans.

'That's ready!' Thor said with an enthusiastic clap of his hands. Loki rolled his eyes and walked over to Thor's side, shoving him away and conjuring a spoon out of thin air.

He brought the spoon to his mouth and tasted the soup. His face scrunched up and he stalked to the sink in two steps, spitting it out.

'If you try to poison the mortal, you're doing a marvelous job, brother,' he snapped, opening a drawer and taking out different spices.

He frowned at the soup you hoped to pour in some of the plants without Thor noticing. Loki feverishly began to put the spices in and you looked at Thor, wondering whether he was helping to poison it or not.

Probably.

Definitely.

You gulped and clutched your stomach, wincing at the sting.

Thor noticed and strolled to your side. His fingers brushed your hair out of your face, damp from sweating.

'Done,' Loki bit, forcefully throwing the soup in a bowl and sliding it over the table toward you.

'Thank you,' you said, taking the bowl between your hands to warm them up, blowing it to stretch time. Maybe they would leave you alone, so you could throw it into the sink.

'What an ungrateful, hideous pet you have, brother.' Loki crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at you.

You stared down at your lap and bit your trembling bottom lip. I was as if he had pierced a dagger through your heart.

He certainly didn't like you the way you liked him. Tears welled up in your eyes and you slowly rose form your chair to turn your back at the brothers.

'Mortals carry a fragile heart, brother. Watch your tongue. You can be such an asshole sometimes,' Thor said with a glare. Loki threw his hands up in surrender.

'But did I lie?' he defended. You turned back around, a hand on your stomach. Your eyes locked.

'You didn't say anything, just stared at him as he seemed to squirm under your strict gaze. You tried to detach yourself from the situation, forbidding the tears to escape.

Not able to hold your sob back down, you sauntered off to the couch, a little dizzy as you flopped yourself down on the couch, head on the armrest.

'Don't listen to him, he's probably on his period,' Thor snickered at his own joke before settling down next to you with the cursed bowl of soup in his hands.

'Mhm.'

'Come here, Y/N,' he offered. You sat upright and he pulled you closer to his body, your frame against his side.

'Thank you, Thor,' you said, snuggling against him. His arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers dangerously close to you hips, or so thought Loki.

He let himself fall back against the couch and glared the two of you. Thor handed you the bowl, but Loki snatched it from you.

You frowned, before he hauled you against him. A gasp slid passed your lips as he held you in a vice against him, you practically straddling him.

He pushed you down, now you were straddling him.

The spoon scratched over the bottom of the bowl and he brought it to your mouth. Your hands went up to take a hold of it, but he pinned them down against his chest.

'Did you poison it?' you squeaked, cheeks turning red. Loki flashed you a smile.

'I reckon he saved you from poisoning, dear
Y/N,' Thor assured you. Loki gave a confirmative nod and nudged your lips with the spoon, winking at you.

You glared at him while opening your mouth, and he shoved the spoon inside.

You gulped the hot liquid down and your eyebrows rose in surprise. This was actually really good soup.

But then annoyance hit you as he withdrew the spoon.

'I am not a child,' you said sternly, neglecting the full spoon by turning your head. He sighed.

'No you are not,' he said dryly, eyes hovering over your breasts for a second. 'You're my pet.'

With that your head snapped back to the side and you glared at him.

'Call me that one more time and I'll hit you,' you threatened. He laughed without mirth.

'Oh pet. I will-' You struck his cheek with all the force you had in you and he stopped mid-sentence. His eyes closed for a brief moment.

'I'm serious. I'm feeling sick and all you care about is teaching me my place, below you. Well listen here, jerk. You are not. You're not better than me. I know I'm not perfect... But at least I am kind to the people around me.'

Tears brimmed in your eyes and one slid across your cheek.

His mouth hung slightly agape as you got off him, arms crossed over your protesting tummy. You blinked away the dizziness.

'And I am not a pet,' you sobbed at his lack of threatening you as an equal.

You had ran off to your room, closed all the curtains and crawled in bed.

Thor chuckled and grinned at Loki.

'Did that hurt?' he questioned as Loki rubbed the sting out of his cheek. Loki glared.

'Of course it hurt, you oaf!' he spat. Thor laughed softly.

'She did warn you, brother. Why do you always have to feel before you listen?'

Loki huffed, rolling his eyes along with it.

'You should go and apologize. She'll appreciate it, I think.' Loki remained ln the couch, upset you had hit him, but again. You did warn him.

Thor got up from the couch and crossed his arms over his chest.

'Get your ass from that spot and apologize before I'll hit you with my hammer.' Loki glared up at his big brother.

Thor sighed and lifted his hand. Loki's eyes widened and he scrambled off the couch and ran off to your room.

He stood outside your door, his hart hammering in his chest as the sudden nerves struck him. Why? He had no idea. Perhaps it was the idea of losing your attention. You always seemed to linger around him, that he didn't want to stop.

Now he made the time to think about it, he didn't want to leave you. He never wanted you to be angry with him or anything for that matter.

He did enjoy your little chats. His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. His hand darted out to knock, but he remembered your severe headache and lowered his hand, a glim smile on his face as truth reveled himself. He cared about you. Deeply cared about you.

Taking kn a sharp breath, he prepared to apologize. He had to win back your trust. He wanted you to like him back.

He bit his lip and slowly opened the door, the slight gleam of sunlight that elicited from the hallway into your room. And he saw you were asleep.

He closed the door behind him and slowly walked inside, crossing your room in the dark. His hands stretched out for any furniture he could possibly walk into, but yet he stubbed his little toe against your nightstand.

He grunted and the nigh light switched on.

You blinked as his head snapped up to meet your gaze and you frowned.

'What are you doing?' you muttered with a voice thick from sleep. He stared at you for awhile before clearing his throat.

'I came here to talk to you,' he whispered, still rubbing out the sting in his toe. 'But I hurt myself on the way.' You shrugged.

'The times I walked against it...' You snickered.

'Well, I'm glad you're feeling such empathy towards me,' he snapped, flipping himself on the mattress. You flinched and he shook his head, hand darting out to take yours in his. 'No, I'm sorry.'

His tongue flicked over his lips.

'I am sorry for that. For everything I said back there. You were right. I can be a jerk sometimes,' he mumbled. You sat back on your heels and smiled. 'I know you're angry right now and maybe this is not the time for this, but I-'

You pulled him down with you and flipped the covers over you, leaning into his personal space, he continued.

'I want the things to continue as they are. I don't want this to change things between us. I regret what I said.' Your expression became glum.

'What do you mean by the things between us?' you wanted to know, chewing on your bottom lip.

He sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

'I want you to keep flirting with me.' You breath hitched. 'I know I acted as if I didn't pick up the signs, but I did. I liked it.' He took a deep breath and tucked your head under his chin. 'I want to flirt back.'

A smile crept up your face and you patted his lean chest.

'Could you please say something?' he whispered, now growing scared for your reaction. You chuckled and looked up.

'I would like to kiss you right now, but I'm sick,' you sighed, giving him a smile. His face lit up and he visibly swallowed.

'I'm immune to Midgardian illnesses,' he whispered, breath hitching.

'Yeah, but I don't want to... infect you...' His arms curled around your neck and he slowly leaned in.

Your lips brushed against each other's and your heart started racing. Stomach twisting, this times it were the butterflies, you moved your lips against his.

His hands slid up in your hair and pulled you closer while deepening the kiss while yours grabbed his shoulders.

Breathing getting labored, you pulled away and gazed into his eyes, chest heaving in front of his hungry eyes as he stared at your breasts before meeting your gaze again.

'Well...' you said, face flustered. You cleared your throat.

'You do not regret this? Do you?' he asked hopefully. You shook your head.

'No,' you breathed out.

'Oh, ehehe, good.' He slid his ars around your waist and pulled the blankets over you both. And soon your eyes drifted closed.

You woke due to Loki groaning. You cracked an eye open as he grabbed his throbbing head, his stomach clutched by the other.

'Immune, huh?' you snickered. He grunted and let out a whiny cry.

'My head hurts,' he said with a pout. You smiled down at him and put your palm on his forehead. Your face scrunched up.

'You're definitely running a fever,' you mentioned. 'Really, Loki, why do you always have to feel before you listen?'

Your taunting was not appreciated as he growled, glaring at you.

'You sound exactly like my brother,' he whined, pulling you into a hug. 'Heal me, please.'

'I cannot heal you, Loki. You have to sit it out,' you muttered, brushing the raven locks out of his face.

'Kiss me then.'

'Oh, why not. We're both ill.' With that, your lips crashed on his.