Mischief and fever
Masterlist - Loki masterlist
Notes: I'm stuck at home with fever, feeling miserable so I wrote a little comfort drabble with my favourite alligator 😇
Words: 460
Summary: being stuck in your room with a fever sucks, fortunately there is a very special alligator around to keep you company
You groaned as you slumped back into bed, your damp clothes uncomfortably clinging to your body. Illness was something you despised, not only because it physically confined you to the bed, but also because it had a way of infiltrating your mind, engulfing every waking moment with a sense of despair. You were an Avenger, you were supposed to save the world, help others, not be struck down helplessly with a fever. Despite your best efforts to hold back the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, they eventually streamed down your face accompanied by audible sobs until...
Suddenly something was poking you, persistently, in the side. Annoyed and snivelling, you turned over, ready to dismiss whatever annoyance existed in your personal space. To your surprise, your eyes fell upon the alligator variant of Loki nudging you with his snout. This particular variant may lack the ability to speak or shape-shift, but he always found a way to make you understand. For some inexplicable reason, he had become obsessed with you ever since Thor brought him to the Avengers' headquarter, and since then, the two of you had become inseparable. Once he was certain that he had captured your undivided attention, he gingerly slithered onto your lap and curled up, pressing his snout against your stomach, his yellow eyes locked onto yours, as if trying to will away the illness that plagued you. It was a display of care and love so unexpected, yet so comforting. The day turned into night, in the sanctuary of your embrace, Loki stayed faithfully by your side. Each morning, he would make his way to your room, curling up beside you with his scaly body snugly pressed against yours. His presence brought a sense of reassurance during your arduous journey towards recovery. Without uttering a single word, his company and gentle touch became a guiding light, leading you through the darkest moments of your fever.
As the days passed and your strength gradually returned, he still remained by your side. Sometimes he would attempt to force you to move around a bit, other times, he would bring you food, playfully rolling his eyes as you questioned the mysterious disappearance of half of the cookies from the bag which never failed to paint a smile across your face. It was an unspoken language between you, filled with a profound understanding, unconditional support and a happiness you never wanted to let go of again. To the rest of the Avengers he was an annoyance, even more so than this universe's own Loki, to Thor he was a fancy pet but to you, he was a true and loving friend and you have never been more grateful that he, apparently, thought the same about you.
