Description: When you fall ill after a chaotic experiment goes wrong, insisting it’s 'just cold', Loki refuses to believe in such mortal trivialities and takes care of you.
Pairing: Loki × Fem!reader
Warnings: Fluff all around folks <3
Word Count: 755
A/N: The first in the list of many fics of my Vices & Virtues (yes the p!atd album) masterlist!! This song is deeply close to my heart and what a way to start this saga off with one of my first tumblr heartthrobs. Missing Loki as always, aaaaa cannot wait to write more and chronicle my affections down 💢
Thank you for reading 💋
At first, he’s insufferable about it. He mocks human medicine, scoffs at the process of making soup and declares that “midgardian remedies are as useless as Thor’s humility.”
But when the sniffles you keep trying to conceal get louder and the coughing becomes too intense to reply, the teasing dissolves into quiet panic.
You stated how ridiculous he looked fussing over you like a mother hen, Loki only smiled.
“A hen? Hardly. I am more like…an immune system, a white blood cell. A rather dashing one. Fighting like hell for you.”
“Hey! I study the energy associated with time itself!”, you tease back, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve researched and co-written multiple papers about the Pavličić Theory of Temporal Energy, a random sickness will not get the best of me.”
That was before your joints started to hurt badly, your hearing was blocked and you found yourself bedridden with a fever approaching hard and fast. You succumbed soon enough, struggling to find a proper sleeping position and letting the tiredness get to you after the frustration of thrashing under the sheets.
You felt something grazing your wrist but pretended it was nothing, just a trick of the light. Loki, in the meantime, was secretly but not so secretly, tracing little runes of healing along your wrist. He liked to admire your hand in his during rare moments like these.
You woke to the sound of clinking glass and something faintly herbal in the air, hinting that maybe the nap did help after all, your sense of smell hadn’t completely diminished. The light in your room was dim, flickering like candle flame and when you turned your head, Loki was standing at the foot, sleeves rolled up, an expression of utter disdain aimed at your favourite ceramic bowl of what looked like soup.
“You are awake,” he said, too quickly to hide the relief.
“Good. Because this….concoction….refuses to behave as food should.”
You blinked at him, throat dry. “Did you….did you cook?”
He straightened.
“I improvised. Midgardian recipes are.…limited. But I assure you, my version will not kill you.”
A pause.
“At least, not quickly.”
You laughed weakly, then coughed and his face softened immediately. The sarcasm dissolved into genuine concern as he crossed the room and pressed a cool hand to your forehead.
His magic hummed faintly beneath his skin, a rhythm that steadied your breathing.
“You’ve burned yourself out again”, he murmured. “Your body may be mortal, but it is stubborn to a fault.”
You tried to smile. “I learned from the best.”
He huffed, eyes glinting like fractured emeralds. “Flattery will not shorten your recovery, darling.”
For the next few hours, he refused to leave your side, conjuring cooling cloths, brewing Asgardian tea that glowed faintly green and reading to you in that low, lilting voice from whatever book he could find, sometimes be Norse poetry, sometimes your own research notes (which he pretended to critique but secretly memorized).
His presence filled the quiet, like warmth soaking into your cold bones. Every time you would stir awake, he’d still be there, eyes soft, voice low, magic humming faintly in the air to keep you warm.
When the fever finally broke, you found him half-asleep in a chair beside the bed. His head tilted back, dark hair messy, lips parted in the gentlest snore. For once, he looked almost human. Almost safe.
You whispered, “Your kaleidoscope eyes sparkle at the world, but right now they seem….tired.”
He stirred, one corner of his mouth lifting. “You speak as though you’ve memorized them.”
“Maybe I have.”
He exhaled, a laugh and a sigh in one. “I’m a disappearing act done poorly,” he said softly thinking of his past at Asgard, the complexities of coming to terms with who he is, “but if I ever get it right, you’ll miss me sorely.”
Your heart tightened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. You reached for his hand, cold fingers, careful magic. “Then don’t get it right.”
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world narrowed to the sound of your breathing and the faint glow of his magic circling your wrist.
Finally, he muttered, almost to himself, “I’ll still be here, wishing and waiting for you to come on.”
You smiled through the haze of exhaustion. “And you’re doing a great job during all of it, Doctor.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple and whispered, “Don’t make me prove it by curing you twice.”
And for the first time in days, breathing came easily.
PS: Just for your information! 🤟🏼
The Pavličić Theory of Temporal Energy is a revolutionary framework that reconceptualizes time from a passive dimension to an active energetic force. The theory proposes that time possesses quantifiable energy described by the formula Et = mc² × T^n, and suggests that all physical phenomena emerge from temporal energy manipulation, offering testable predictions and technological applications including time travel and matter creation.
It also provides novel explanations for quantum indeterminacy, cosmological acceleration, black hole behavior, and the fundamental nature of universal creation (Pavlicic, 2025).
A/n: I'm starting off with my favourites, please let me know what other avenger you wanna get in the closet tho 😉
"I'm really bored," Natasha grumbled as she sat at the kitchen table with the rest of you.
"How about we go see a movie?" "Nah," Thor muttered in response to Clint's suggestion.
"Ohh, Seven Minutes in Heaven? Huh?" Tony stated, smirking at Clint.
"Umm...what's that?" Steve inquired, sipping his beer.
Tony murmured, rolling his eyes at Steve, "Jesus oldie....you're paired up with someone and you have to hook up with them for 7 minutes."
"That's disgusting!" Banner grossed out. Banner saw Natasha cocking her head at his reply and immediately changed his response "but we can play that a-as we are bored".
Natasha blushed into a deep shade of red, earning a chuckle from you.
"That's my boy! Okay, so who goes first?" Tony yelled
