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WHAT what you want
WHERE where you want
WHEN Day ""135""

[The rain has cleared, but it appears to have left some people with a case of the sniffles! The magic sniffles. Even if you've never been sick a day in your life, you might not find yourself immune. Then again, maybe you have a terrible immune system and you're fine. I'm not the magic sniffles police.

Symptoms May Include:

- runny nose
- sore throat
- fever
- thinking you're going to cough or sneeze but actually what comes out is A BURST OF THE TRUTH
- waking up in someone else's bed
- joint aches

At least the sketchy pop-up pharmacy at the mall has a special on tissues and nyquil?]

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[ heeee has nothing for sick people in his apartment so I guess he's popping over to HG and then back with tea ]

[she has in fact gone back to sleep in a small lump under his covers]

[ he's going to leave it bedside with a charm to keep it (drinkable)-hot and leave her there ]

[looking around for him uncertainly when she does wake up an hour later]

...Loki...?

[ HE DIDNT LEAVE jfc he's not that heartless thank you very much he's in the living room though he does knock and poke his head into the bedroom when he hears her ]

You're awake.

[gross congested sniffling]

Yeah... thanks for uh.

[handwaves at the bed. and the tea. and then stops with her hand in mid-air with her face screwed up like she's gonna sneeze.

except instead of a sneeze, what comes out is—]

—I love you.

--Excuse me?

[uhm.

wipes her nose on her wrist. croaks.]

I didn't mean to say that at all.

I'm--sure. Yes. Drink your tea.

Don't tell me what to do.

[ D: sick! bad!!1! drinks her tea.]

I'm not the one of us deathly ill.

...it's not that bad.

It...clearly is.

[SULKY TEA DRINKING 8( ]

I'm better at healing injuries than I am st handling illness; I would recommend letting it run its course.

Ugh. Okay. Don't let me breathe on you.

I'll be fine.

If I can catch it, you probably can.

I'm not Asgardian, remember? I'm sure I'll be fine.

Are you seriously telling me that's how the magic here works?

It was worth a try.

Trust me, you don't want this. I feel like shit.

[which just turns into a coughing fit]

[ frowns, reaching over to let one hand rest lightly on her back, a cool, tingly (minty?) feeling spreading from his hand. He can't heal this but at least he could maybe ease some symptoms? ]

[it lets her catch her breath at least, and she sighs in relief as he pushes back the fever and achiness]

You're so soft on me...

--I am not.