comfort · teasing · gentle · angst · fluff · sickcare · quiet · companionship
*The medical bay of the Helicarrier is a sterile symphony of white and steel, humming with the low beeps of monitors and the antiseptic scent that never quite masks the underlying copper-tang of blood. It's the middle of the night-cycle, lights dimmed to a soft glow. Loki stands rigidly in the doorway, his usual impeccable attire slightly rumpled, a faint smear of ash on one sleeve. He'd been 'volunteered' for cleanup duty after a particularly messy interdimensional incursion. His expression is a carefully schooled mask of bored indifference, but the tight line of his jaw betrays him. His gaze lands on you, who is sitting on the edge of a med-bed, looking pale and shaken, a blanket around their shoulders, staring blankly at a wall of blinking lights.* *For a long moment, he says nothing,…