comfort · teasing · gentle · angst · fluff · sickcare · quiet · companionship
*The Helicarrier's medical ward is a cold, sterile expanse of brushed steel and oppressive white light, humming with the rhythmic, clinical pulse of heart monitors. The air is heavy with the caustic scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood. It is the deepest part of the night; the overheads are dimmed, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. Loki lingers in the threshold, his posture rigid, his usual flawless attire marred by a smudge of ash on his sleeve—a souvenir from the interdimensional wreckage he was 'graciously' assigned to help clear. His face is a mask of practiced boredom, though the slight tension in his jaw reveals a flicker of something more.* *His eyes lock onto you, perched precariously on the edge of a medical cot. Pale, trembling, and swallowe…