♔—- “All right,” Loki agreed, figuring it was probably foolish to argue with Eir’s logic. If she wanted to sit around to insist that he was okay, he wasn’t going to argue. It wouldn’t be the first time he slept with her close by and it probably wouldn’t be the last. There was no sense of awkwardness there, aside from, of course, the fact that his best friend had been assisting Odin in caging his son for so many years.
‘She didn’t know what she was doing,’ Loki silently reminded himself. ‘You can’t place the blame on her.’
Using magic in his injured and weakened state wasn’t the smartest idea, not when the wards that injured him in the first place were also able to impact his own magic and the way he would have normally, properly healed. So, instead of changing into something more comfortable to sleep in with a simple brush of magic—like he normally would—he disappeared into a massive walk-in closet and closed the door behind him for a bit of privacy.
Stripping out of his armor took a bit of work and care, especially when it came to pulling pieces over his head. He had to exercise extreme caution to keep from bumping the injury that still had yet to heal. Even with Eir’s help, he wasn’t back to 100% just yet. After some time, he managed to undress and although he cringed at doing so, he left his armor on the floor of his closet. Selecting a soft, emerald-colored robe from one of many hooks that held many different styles of robes, Loki wrapped himself up in the luxurious fabric and tied it closed. The mischief-maker rarely slept in anything more than a robe and, perhaps, a face mask, but given how much his head ached, he figured he’d have to skip that portion.
Only once he was modestly covered did he reemerge from the closet and cross over to his round, oversized bed. Without a word, he pulled back the covers and climbed beneath them, covering himself all the way up to his neck. Unusual, really, considering how easy it was for him to feel too over-heated, but the blankets helped him feel grounded and safe after the emotional turmoil and physical trauma he’d just endured.
Eir kept her gaze on him, watching him silently before she moved the chair just a little bit closer to the bed. In the time that it took him to get changed, she spent it mulling over her thoughts and ultimately trying to think of the best place to start.
She would fix things, this much she assured herself.
Once close enough, she set a hand on the bed. “Close your eyes my prince,” she murmured softly, wanting to run her fingers through his hair, do anything really that would ensure he would sleep soundly, “I will be here when you awaken.”
Eir’s hand remained on the bed and it glowed softly, a sign that she was using her magic to heal him. Almost instantly, the bed was covered in a soft glow and she started down the path of healing and discovery.
It took Eir a long five hours to finally find what she was looking for. In that time, she had healed Loki as much as she could, although her hand did seem to continue to glow, her way of keeping him from being concussed; her eyes were closed and she appeared to be dozing in the chair. There was no peace or comfort in her expression as was the normal, the peace being replaced with irritation.
Suddenly, the glow of her hand stopped and Eir jolted awake with a scream. Thankfully not a loud scream, or at least loud enough to alert any of the guards should they be near. Her heart pounded and her hands rushed to push her hair away from her face, continuing even when it was all done. The dream, if you could call it that, came rushing back to her and she remembered what had woken her up.
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