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His flexible morals and sheer destructive ability are certainly handy, and he knows how to make a fellow feel appreciated. Much as I’d like to fool around with him to twist a knife in my brother, I think Bruce knows there could never be anything between us, since he will always put Wade first and I will not accept being second priority.
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hulk-inside replied to your post:meme thing: I love how much restraint you/Loki show...
//you’re frickin adorable ya know <3
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I ate all your bacon. You should get more.Couldn’t stay. Brain full of bits of coloured glass, mind’s eye a kaleidoscope. Have to keep turning.
♞ (Bruce taking care of Loki since Bruce doesn't get sick)
Caring for each other while ill
Loki was curled up on the couch and shaking with fever. He didn’t remember stumbling here, but he was fading in and out of lucid thought and terrified, and he knew he must have been frightened enough to come here in the first place instead of crawling to Tony’s. Sure, Tony doted on him and would do nearly anything to help, but Bruce had wider medical knowledge. He needed the safety of trained supervision when he had little idea what was going on and could hardly form thoughts through his struggled breathing and heavy lethargy. Something felt really wrong; he could hardly function and everything felt too distressingly warm. The cold cloth on his forehead was heavenly, a fact he expressed with only a moan, and he uncurled just a little to allow Bruce to take his temperature. He was a truly miserable, ungrateful patient.
Bruce had popped a stack of blankets into the freezer and kept swapping them out one by one as they came to room temperature around Loki’s fevered form. it was a bit of a tug-of-war when Bruce brought the next one, having to wrest it from Loki’s snatching hands in order to tuck it around him rather than let the young mage bundle it all close to his chest. It helped, but wasn’t enough. Bruce gave him a strange-smelling mix to drink and, too weary to protest much, he merely gave it a suspicious glare and accepted it, making a show of considering it before desperation made him swallow it down. Clinging to a freezer pack like a child’s toy, eventually his body regulated itself and the fever broke.
He slept the rest of the afternoon and through the night, and was gone by morning.
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Accidentally falling asleep together
Several bowls smoked and a too-long game of Risk that Wade had long since lost interest in—or rather had found less captivating than making pizzas for the three of them—and Bruce and Loki were giggly, reckless and tired. They leaned against one another to keep sitting upright, occasionally bumping heads gently as they teetered on the edge of passing out. Loki was fairly sure Bruce was letting him win after he'd gotten pouty and sullen when a gamble hadn't paid off. Taking over the world just didn't seem to be in the cards for him. He wasn't paying much attention to the game anymore, more fixated on the details of the board and the patterns of coloured armies scattered across it. He had Bruce's army cornered in Australia, a tough stronghold to crack, but he was having a good time chipping away at his numbers and talking a bigger game than he had any right to, a shit-eating grin on his face as he taunted.
He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he awoke slumped at an awkward angle against Bruce, whose softer body made a very comfortable pillow. He shifted, snuffling sleepily, and let his eyes fall closed again. A few game pieces fell over, but he made no move to right them. Too exhausted to take his leave, and still foggy with the remnants of THC in his system, here was as good a place as any to get some much-needed rest.
Texts - Bruce & Loki
Loki: I suppose custom dictates that I should thank you for the flowers.
Loki: And the other thing.
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Validated
Curious
Conflicted
