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After being SEVERELY disappointed by DC’s WW84, at least I can look forward to some real superhero acting with Marvel’s Loki
People who fold their fitted sheets are like people who dry-swallow pills: you want to look away out of overwhelming awe and jealousy, but you continue watching in the hopes that you might acquire even a fraction of their boldness and majesty.
@hachiibun 's too cute ocs Raz and Nath
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A/n: This is my first ever public sickfic. Thanks you for @hachiibun for making such good boys and letting me write about them.
So yeah, this is long and kinda out there. Hope you enjoy!
Mentioned: Snez, high fever, (very little bodily harm), germaphobia, superhuman abilities?, smoking
[Some spelling errors might have slipped in]
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Raz comes down with a nasty flu and Nath is Highly uncomfortable :P
Raz felt a little out of it in the morning, but not too bad to skip work. Their office was just two flights of stairs down from his appartement so walk to work was a breeze.
But not today, oh no. Raz had never realized how many steps there were until he had to drop his already tired feet on to each and every one of them. The reason for Raz's persistent tiredness on this very morning was due to him sniffeling and failing to sleep away a small headcold all night.
"Ath-dzsuu!!"
Raz winced at his drawn out sneeze echoing all over the stairwell. He had to stop at the landing to blink away the wooziness. He should just go back. But Nath would not be happy about it. Then again, he wouldn't be happy about Raz showing up all sniffely. Also going down seemed more convinient than hiking back up.
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"Morning", a skeptical Nath greeted his clearly exhausted partner in crime stumbling down the stairs.
"Morning", Raz gave a smile trying to hide the congestion building in his sinuses. He quickly pushed past Nath as his nose started twitching indicading another outburst.
"I'll do some paperwork today".
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"Ath-dzsuu! Ath-dzsuu!!!", Raz slumped over his desk in the privacy of his own little room. With drooping eyes he followed the sheets of paper sent flying by his sneeze.
So much for doing paperwork. The moment he had laid eyes on the documents the words were swimming around on them. No reading, then. How about filing? Well, Raz successfully got the papers into a neat stack. But the unbearable itch finally caught up and...
Here he was, slumped over his desk, sniffeling wetly and unable to get up, let alone pick up the papers.
"I see", Raz looked up to see Nath leaning against the doorframe.
As much as Nath hated germs and all that, the miserable state of his friend was enough to overwhelm the fear with concern. Nath took a step closer as Raz pushed himself up so he was leaning in to his own cupped hand.
Nath scanned his face. Pale, rosy cheeks, long black hair a complite mess and stuck to his sweaty forehead.
"Hey", Raz rasped when tapped his damp forehead, keeping an arm's lenght distance . "Is it really cold in here, or is it just you?". With that Nath pulled back and glared.
"No, it's you. Why did you leave the house with a fever like that?", Nath pressed.
"I don't know?".
"Well. I'll get you home so you-".
"Ath-DZUUU!!!".
"Ohkayy let's go", Nath helped Raz up.
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"Now stay there", Nath ordered with strained voice once Raz was in his own bed.
"Better contaminate this place than the whole office", he muttered closing the door behind him. 'I'm not catching that nasty whatever. All that congestion and fever. Ew.' He let out a puff of smoke. Something he did while really anxious.
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"Done!", Nath proudly presented a bowl of tomato soup to the empty room. He grabbed a spoon and went to deliver the meal.
"Raz! Food's here", he knocked on the door. No reply.
"Raaz-", Nath stopped. He heard something grow, crystallize.
"Raz!!". Shit. Nath knew that sound even in his sleep. What was that idiot doing manipulating shadows with a high fever?
Curse the germs, screw the illness. He slammed the bedroom door open and the sight was something akin to a horror movie.
It was dark. All but the shivering form of his pale friend curled into himself on the bed. Nath squinted and realized the deep shadows around Raz and his bed were Raz's shadow vines. Somehow they had seemed to melt around Raz.
Nath stepped beside him. For the first time in his life he was relived to hear Raz's breath hitching indicading a sneeze. The shadow vines were dargerous but also fragile. If he sneezed they would just crumble-
"Ath-dzuu!"
The bowl smashed to the floor. Darkness became overwhelming. Nath saw his life flash before his eyes. Pain flared at his cheek and forearm.
Nath blinked. He was incased in sharp, spiky shadow formations like in a rose bush.
"Shiiit". Of course. Less light, stronger shadows, and the room was practically pitch black. Nath carefully reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flashlight he kept just in case.
Snap, shatter, crumble. The shadows broke like small branches when Nath shined the light on them as he made his way to Raz.
He was a mess, pantting congestedly, deeply flushtered, choking out sobs, clearly run down with the exertion from his body's feverish trick.
Nath only had to to wave a hand over him to feel the heat.
Nope, nope, Noooooooope. Not good. Not good At All.
"Don't you dare to die on me!", Nath backed away, side-stepping the puddle of scalding soup , grabbed his hat that got pinned to the wall, flipped on the lights and bolted out to the nearest pharmacy.
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"Na-Nath?", Raz mumbled. He opened his eyes and hissed at the lights.
What time was it? He couldn't tell but at least he was coherent. "Ugh", he snorted up the pain throbbing in is nose and roof of the mouth. Well, now his eyes were open and he noticed the medicine and a water bottle on the floor. As Raz reached for the aid and felt something wet fall on to his lap. Oh. A cool washcloth. It took some effort to srew off the caps. Raz took a sip of water, winching at how the swallowing stung his raw throat. Then he gingerly chuged down the pills and choked a few chesty coughs. He shakily slapped the colth over his forehead and the daze lolled him quickly back to sleep.
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Nath dragged a long breath from his smoke and let it hang from his lips. It was chilly out but he didn't want smoke the whole building. And the city's skyline against the night sky wasn't the worst wive to get lost in.
He sighed and swept back some of his grey hair behind his ear, feeling the band-aid covering the scratch Raz had made there earlier. Nath didn't even want to think about how dirty it was, he tried not to care.
Why did he do all this? Why he was willing to push himself beyond his comfort-zone just because Raz was under the weather? Raz was an adult, Nath didn't have to take care of him.
Still, Raz was his friend and Nath cared about the man. No matter how sick. He knew Raz would do the same for him.
Nath was pulled to reality by the padding of barefeet. He turned around suprised, dropping the cigarette pud out the window by accident.
Raz stood in the living room. It crossed Nath's mind he was sleepwalking until Raz's eyes focused on him, fully awake.
"Oh, you're up", Nath stated. He was extremely relieved to note that Raz was looking a lot better. The flush had lessened and color returned to his face, his eyes were clear so the fever must have died down and he wasn't shaking like a leaf.
"How are you?".
"I'm-", Raz started but paused and held out a finger, othe hand rubbing his nose. Nath's eyes grew wide in terror. Not again. Raz noticed and chuckled.
"Heh, I'm good actually. A little hungry."
To that Nath sighed dramaticly, blowing out enough smoke to dim the room and collapsed on to the floor, relief welling up in his chest.
"Nath? You good?", Raz peered over.
Nath gave a thumbs up.
"Anyway. Thanks for looking after me", Raz shuffled his hair," I know how much you hate getting sick".
"No problem."
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