"Y/N, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Nat demanded as you struggled to your feet the second the jet had landed.

"Do you want Loki to think I can't stand on my own power?" you shot back at her as Thor braced you to keep you upright. Your leg was bleeding through the bandage and didn't want to take your weight.

"You can't stand on your own power," Clint jumped into the grumbling.

"Do you want Loki knowing that?" you snarled at him. You wanted everyone to survive this experience and having Loki angry as little as possible seemed the best idea for that. "I can stand on my own. I'll agree that I shouldn't," you finally admitted.

The door to the jet opened and you stepped out with Thor's arm wrapped around you to keep you on your feet. Loki had already been walking toward the jet, a grin on his face at the idea of whatever fun he'd found for you two for the evening. His expression fell when he saw you. He ran over, fear and worry replacing his previous grin. You tried to give him a smile to reassure him.

He went straight for Thor with daggers drawn. One was held to Thor's throat instantly. "You were supposed to protect her!" Loki snarled in frustrated rage. Thor moved his arm, pushing you behind him, away from Loki's daggers.

You tried to protest, but Thor held you back with one strong arm. "I am not letting you play with Loki while he has daggers out and is actively trying to stab me, little sister. You are already injured enough," The two of them flew through a well practiced battle. It would have been impressive had Loki hadn't been actively trying to stab Thor. Thor was just defending himself, and you. He was at an obvious disadvantage here.

Loki's rage and his frustrated pain were unrivaled. At least Thor could handle him.

It was still dangerous, so you took the opportunity to distract him from killing Thor. It was a cheap shot and you knew it, but you did it anyway. You were a healer first, and your first instinct was to protect your family. You stepped out from behind Thor and took a step toward Loki, purposely letting your injured leg buckle beneath you.

The effect was exactly as you expected. Loki dropped his daggers and rushed to you, catching you before you could fall. He held you cradled in his arms as he looked over your wounds. When he had taken inventory, he swept you up into his arms and started whispering worriedly in Asgardian. He must have been really worried to slip back into his native tongue and not English or All-speak. "I'm ok," you told him, trying to reassure him, but you could hear the pain in your voice.

"I'm so sorry, love. I should have been there," he finally switched back over to a language you could understand, calming ever so slightly.

"Reindeer Games, do something useful and get her to medical. Unless you've suddenly developed the power to heal her yourself, we'll have to call the doctor in," Tony grumbled. The rest of the team was trying to get out of the jet, but you, Thor, and Loki were in their way.

"Yeah, we haven't been able to get any pain meds in her yet. How she's not crying in pain is beyond me," Nat added, drawing Loki's attention back to you again. Without answering them, Loki teleported the two of you down to medical. He laid you on the hospital bed.

"Witchling..." Loki started.

"I'll be ok, Loki," you tried to reassure him again, but you were fighting back tears of pain. You saw the heartbreak in his eyes. He felt terrible that you'd been in danger and he hadn't been able to be there, worse, it was his decision to leave to find himself and deal with his problems that had led to him not being able to be there. "It's not your fault,"

"I left you and you had to go face this mission without me." He started digging through the medicine cabinet until he pulled out the bottle of pills with 'For Asgardians' written on it in both English and Asgardian runes. "Let me take care of you, love," he whispered, worry and pain in his eyes. He placed a couple in your good hand and handed you a held a glass of water to your lips. You didn't need that much help, but you let him do it. He was so worried about you.

Almost instantly, the pain was gone. Whatever was in those pills was strong. It had to be, to work on Thor. Shit. To work on Thor. Thor was a whole lot bigger than you. "That dose was labelled for Thor," you murmured, finally realizing what you should've known. Loki smiled softly and kissed your forehead.

"I am aware," he replied gently. He was obviously glad you weren't in pain anymore, at least. "I also know you quite well, darling. You will continue to insist you are fine while you are in pain, and will hate, fret, and fear every moment of a doctor fixing you up. This way you do not need to experience such things,"

"Cheater," you mumbled.

"Let me take care of you, darling," he bid you again. "Or I shall be forced to go kill my brother for letting you get hurt," he grumbled.

"Stay with me?" you asked him softly, fighting to keep your eyes open for a moment longer. Loki would make sure you were taken care of. He felt terrible for the fact that you went on a mission without him, especially since you came back this hurt from it. He wouldn't forgive himself until you had healed, you knew. He was always too hard on himself.

"Always, darling," he replied and kissed you lightly. "Rest now. I will be here,"

*

The next time you woke, you found yourself tucked in your own bed. Loki was at your side the moment your eyes opened. "How are you feeling?" he asked softly, pushing your hair back from your face. You moved to sit up against the pillows and he was helping you in an instant.

"Like someone broke my arm, then fed me pills that are dosed for Thor," you complained at him. Your brain wasn't quite awake yet. You right arm was in a cast. Great. You were right handed. Why couldn't they have broken your left arm?

"Those were two separate events, witchling," Loki told you with a small hesitant smile. You gave him a smile in return.

"I know. I just wish, yet again, that I can heal myself." You sighed heavily. He kissed the top of your head.

"I know, darling. You're going to be out of commission basically until I'm off of house arrest. We heal faster than humans, but that was a very nasty break,"

"How bad?" you asked.

"The bones were broken in three places. It's a miracle they didn't break the skin. Your leg should be able to take your weight again in a couple days. The bullet went clear through and if you heal as fast as Thor and I do..."

"Is Thor still alive? You were pretty set on killing him,"

"He's still alive. For now." Loki grumbled. He was obviously displeased about this fact. "He was supposed to protect you,"

"We were ambushed, Loki. There was no chance for him to protect me, or for me to hide away from the fighting. They also obviously knew who I was. I was their target the entire fight. We had no chance to circle the wagons around the healer either. It was an awful fight,"

Loki nodded. "The team explained the same thing while you were unconscious," he explained. You nodded and wearily laid your head on his shoulder.

"I've been asleep for...hours?" he nodded. "Why am I tired?" you grumbled. You had just woken up. You shouldn't be this brain-numbingly tired.

"You're healing, love," he reminded you gently. "Have you never-?" you shook your head.

"I've never been hurt like this before. Remind me not to do it again. It's no fun." He chuckled.

"Gladly, darling," he replied gently. "You should eat something before you go back to sleep, though," he told you before you could fall back asleep on him. You grumbled at him in reply.

"I'm not hungry," you told him sourly. Eating seemed like too much work when you just wanted to sleep.

"Sure you're not," he replied dryly. "Asgardians are already bottomless pits by human standards. Healing Asgardians are worse,"

"You make me sound like Thor," you grumbled at him, which got a real laugh out of him.

"I apologize, my lady, I would never compare you to my idiot brother," he laughed, which earned him a smile. "Natasha made that pasta dish you like so much," he bribed.

"Cheater," you grumbled. You would gladly eat an entire pot of that stuff alone and in one sitting. He laughed.

"I thought that might pique your interest," he commented innocently. You rolled your eyes at him, but were delighted when a plate of the pasta creation was in your lap a moment later.

"You are the best boyfriend ever," you told him, reaching for the fork to devour your weight in Nat's delicious pasta. About thirty seconds later you realized you couldn't hold a fork while you had a cast on your arm. This was going to be a long eight weeks. You switched to your left hand, and fought to manage with it.

Loki gallantly didn't try to force the issue of helping, knowing you'd be too embarrassed to accept his help, if he offered. You weren't having him feed you like a child. You weren't. You swore you weren't. Until he was telling such ridiculous stories about Thor being turned into a frog and still somehow wielding Mjolnir that you didn't even notice the fork was no longer in your hand