You woke again to the lovely dulcet sounds of your bethrothed. "THOR! Get your stupid hammer off of me!" Loki was yelling indignantly.

"Hush, brother, mother wants you to stay out of the healing room," Thor replied with a smirk in his voice.

"This thing is heavy, and just because your stupid hammer is a representation of your manhood does not mean you should sit it on top of mine! Now let me up!"

"Boys!" Frigga snapped in the direction of the bickering while you were busy opening your eyes and trying to hide your snickering. You sat up slowly while Frigga's attention was focused on her bickering sons.

"Sorry mother," both boys replied sheepishly.

You looked past Frigga and the healers and saw that Loki was sitting in a chair, probably thrown there by Thor, just outside of the healing room, with Mjolnir in his lap, too far back in his lap according to his complaints... Thor was standing next to the chair, looking smug for about thirty more seconds until he ended up with a dagger in his side. He yelped, then stared at it and sighed. "I should have expected that," you couldn't help giggling at that. Frigga and both of her sons turned their attention to you. "Good job, brother, you have woken your lady," Thor told Loki with sarcasm more worthy of Loki than the usually straightforward Thor. The brothers were sometimes more alike than they wanted to admit.

"Shut up, Thor and move your fu-" a quick glance at Frigga and he quickly changed the word he was going to say "stupid hammer!" Loki growled.

You laughed again. "So, can I leave now?" you asked the healers and Frigga.

She gave you a soft smile. "Healers are all the same," she told you fondly. "They all refuse to stay in bed even when they are injured or sick themselves," she explained.

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. "She's terrible about it," he grumbled. "Seriously, Thor, move your hammer!" he added, drawing another dagger.

"If you can be calm, you may enter. We have finished with Sigyn," Frigga finally told the boys. She was amused by their childish antics, probably reminded of them as actual children, excepting the part where Thor got stabbed. Again.

"If you don't get this hammer off of me, I am going to poison your mead again," Loki grumbled.

"Loki," you finally spoke up. Loki looked down at your one word warning.

He sighed heavily and glared, but said "I will not poison Thor's mead, even if he deserves it,"

"That is a very impressive skill, Sigyn," Frigga told you with pride. You gave her a small smile.

"I am sure you're more effective with him than I am. Thor, can you let Loki up now? I would like very much to see him," you asked pleasantly from the bed you were obviously not supposed to get up from. The healers were all watching for you to be stupid too. They were expecting you to be as bad as the boys. You would have been insulted had they not been right most of the time. Thor offered you a small bow and picked up Mjolnir. Loki was on his feet in an instant and on the bed with you another instant later, pulling you into his arms. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine, love. I am fine, right?" you asked the healers.

"Yes, Lady," they replied.

"Almost," corrected Frigga with a disapproving look at the healers who were telling you what you wanted to hear, forgetting that you wouldn't stay resting any more than any of the other troublesome Asgardians would have. "The wound is closed and healed enough that I will allow you to leave. If" she added quickly before you could get too excited. "You will stay off of your feet for at least two days. The muscle needs to heal and the healing needs to strengthen. Those are my terms, either you promise to stay off of your feet for the two days and have me believe you, or you stay in bed here with my lovely healers who will make sure you stay in bed and a book if we're feeling particularly generous." You could tell Frigga was used to dealing not only with stubborn troublesome Asgardian warriors, but also her sons, especially Loki who would have also said and done anything to get out of the healing room.

"I'll stay off my feet!" you reassured her quickly. You turned to Loki. "You'll help, right?" you asked, realizing that this would inconvenience him.

He gave you a mischievous smirk. "I should leave you here for getting hurt," he teased. You glared at him.

"I didn't try to get hurt," you grumbled, puffing up like an indignant cat at his teasing. "We were in a battle. It happens,"

"Darling-" Frigga started, but Loki actually spoke over her. She was as surprised as the rest of you.

"But it would be so dull and lonely without you, so yes, my darling, I will help keep you off of your feet," he said warmly and kissed the top of your head, soothing your emotions back out when he stopped teasing.

Frigga just sighed, exasperated by all of her children. You realized then that she had already adopted you as one of her troublesome children, and it warmed your heart that she had. "Alright, darlings, you can leave the healing room. Do so quickly before I change my mind," she told you all with a warm smile. "And take Lady Sif and the Warriors Three with you. They frighten my healers,"

"Yes mother," answered the boys obediently. You couldn't help smiling at their obedient obviously well rehearsed automatic reply. She smiled fondly at them, obviously remembering the many, many times over the years that she heard that same reply in that same tone.

Loki stood from the bed and reached to pick you up in his arms. "No wheelchairs here, love," he teased at your mild surprise.

"Sorry," you mumbled, wrapping you arms around his neck automatically as he lifted you from the bed.

He chuckled. "No need to apologize, darling. I would carry you even if we did have wheelchairs here. I much prefer you in my arms where I knowyou're safe,"

"Loki, I'm capable of taking care of myself," you reminded him.

"I know you are. I just hate to see you hurt. I should have protected you. I should have at least seen that you were hiding the injuries," he told you while Thor was shepherding Sif and the warrior boys away from the healing room toward their hang out room. Apparently, they'd been annoying everyone waiting to see how you were. Thor also made some threat you hadn't paid attention to if Loki didn't come with them to their living room and let his friends see that you were ok for themselves.

"I didn't mean to hide them from you," you told him softly. "I just didn't want the people to see the wound and get upset and think I'm a weakness to the royal family," you confessed. The warriors had heard you and roared in laughter.

"The tales of your deeds have spread far and wide already, Sig, your taming of our stoic prince is perhaps the most impressive among them. There is no chance they will think you're a weakness," Fandral reassured you as you were walking.

"Mother did also mention that Sig's powers have been growing since you began teaching her to use them properly, brother," Thor added. "Just because I saw through her illusions six months before you even met her does not mean the illusions would not fool me now that she has had more practice and power at her disposal,"

"I hate when he knows anything about magic," Loki grumbled in your ear, making you giggle. "He studies just to throw knowledge at me and make himself sound smart,"

"Be nice, darling. He's trying to relate to something you enjoy," you reminded him. "It means he loves you," Loki rolled his eyes dramatically.

"And you weren't actually expecting your lovely healer to be injured, or capable of hiding it from everyone if she were. She has apparently taken too well to aspects of the warrior's training," Sif added with approval.

"In short, stop worrying and let's eat!" Volstagg boomed as he threw open the doors to their living room. You laughed at the cheers from the others. Loki huffed and grumbled and outright protested when the warriors all lifted his couch and moved it over to where the other couches were situated, instead of off to the side by the bookshelves.

"Put that back!" he complained, but there wasn't much he could do about it besides grumble at them while he was still holding you.

"Join us, brother," Thor clapped Loki on the shoulder.

"We agreed to sit with you so you could see that Sig is ok," Loki grumbled. You laughed and kissed his cheek.

"Calm down, love. We'll sit with them for a little bit, eat something, and then we can go hide somewhere quiet," you reminded him. He sighed.

"Fine. Because you're hungry," everyone laughed at that comment from your silly trickster. Thor grinned and somehow managed to take you from Loki's arms. You had absolutely no idea how that happened, though you shrieked in surprise when he actually succeeded. He gestured Loki to the table where the food was always laid out for the warriors.

"Go get your lady something to eat," Thor ordered.

"Just put her down, Thor," Loki replied, drawing a dagger.

"In a moment," Thor replied pleasantly. "Actually..." he started with a grin and grabbed Loki by the back of the tunic, without dropping you, and propelled him backwards onto the couch.

"Watch it, oaf!" Loki protested the treatment as he fell onto the couch, having not expected Thor to basically throw him there. Thor set you gently on Loki's lap, smiling in approval.

"As effective as Mjolnir," Thor announced, proud of himself. You giggled at Thor's antics while Loki spluttered and snarled at his brother, trying to draw a dagger without harming you. You kept getting in his way. Sif handed you a plate she'd filled from the overladen table of food.

"Thanks," you replied at her kindness. You munched on the delicacies and popped grapes into Loki's mouth until he finally softened again. After a few grapes and the better bribe of kisses, he finally calmed, stroking your hair while the others recounted the battle. You had to tell them your part of the battle, shielding the central building, how you got injured, and proceeded to return to the battle and then the healings while injured and nothing holding your leg together more than some shields and illusions.

You 'feigned' tiredness to give Loki the excuse to leave. Healing always took energy from the healed, so you let him use you as an excuse to escape somewhere quieter. "Don't scare me like that again, witchling," he told you when you were safely back in his suite, curled in his arms.

"I have no intentions," you replied. "I much prefer healing others than being healed. I'll leave that to the warrior boys," you grumbled, bored already with bedrest and not being allowed on your feet. It was going to be a long two days.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips. Gently at first, but more insistent with his need for reassurance that you were ok. And suddenly you forgot about your complaining when the kisses didn't end. Bedrest could be tolerated when it came with kisses with Loki.