Wip Wednesday!
Here’s a quick little thing from a whumptober prompt I missed, for the prompt ‘hospitalization.’
Loki awoke to Thor’s large figure lingering in the open doorway.
He was dreaming about something— a blue tiger with the wings of a bird chasing him through the enchanted forests of Alfheim, if he recalled correctly.
With a low groan, he stretched his legs out underneath the covers, resisting the urge to shiver from the chill that was working its way down his spine.
“Yes, Thor?” he said, trying to ignore how feeble his voice sounded.
“You’re sick, aren’t you?” Thor said, leaning casually against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
Loki made a low noise in his throat. “An acute observation,” he said. “But yes, it would seem so.”