being loki's infected lover in a zombie apocolypse . . . at first, you stayed inside the tents because he was afraid of your slowing reflexes getting you hurt even further, but then your camp got scavenged one night, and he was more afraid of other people getting to you and hurting you than he is of the zombies. thankfully, they left you unharmed that one time.
as you slowly lose ability to function and become more instinctually aggressive, he has to gag and restrain your arms. it was fine at first, you had some shreds of awareness still, though rapidly wavering, loki was able to spoon you to sleep. his grip tight and unyielding around your torso, his legs tangled around yours.
he took care of you, to the best of his ability while you were restrained. he gave you water from a different container, boiled and filter. he still shared his meals with you, most of your conversations over dinner were him trying to reminisce on memories before the apocolypse befell you two, to an easier time where you'd cling to him and he holds you and you two laughed together and at each other.
sometimes he sleeps in a different room than you at night so you wouldn't see what he looks like when he's weak and broken, mourning the you who he'll soon lose as well, right down his fingertips.
eventually, you became too aggressive to even get close to. until loki found those groups of people who scavenged your camp, bleeding out with a limb missing...
you were calmer after your meal.
calm enough that he could at least get close and gag you again. you still thrash and squirm around, but not as violently as before.
...it gives him an idea on how to keep you like this for longer.
