《Thrown into Marvel (Loki Fan Fic)》Fallen ill

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Guess who is narrating, again! Did you miss me? I bet you did. Ooops, sorry, broke the fourth wall again. A century and five decades have passed since being turned into a Xenomorph. The sky to Asgard is pretty as it can be for a summer day, fish swim in the water living their daily life cycle, and birds hunt for worms in the ground using their feet to determine where worms are swimming in the ground by sound vibration. I remember someone telling me birds hunted by using their feet as sound vibration. For all I know it could be not true! The point is obvious; the birds are being birds.

We make our way over the Asgardian buildings in the body of a bird taking a turn towards the left flying above a couple of children playing tag. The bird continues its flight through the sky escaping the reaches of the city limits behind. The bird came to a landing on a window ledge providing a good view of the hall to the castle. Loki is using the wall as support to keep himself up.

A hooded woman came out of the room.

That woman, surprisingly, is named Stine.

Pretty weird name for a woman.

"Do you have an answer what ills me?" Loki asks.

Healers are much like doctors except more advanced. For Loki to visit the healers then it has to be something he has never had before.

"Yes," Stine said. "Whatever meat you are eating is harming you, my prince."

Loki is finding it hard to believe.

"What?" Loki said, surprised. "Meat?"

Stine nods.

"Yes, my prince," Stine said.

"Are you sure?" Loki asks.

"We are certain," Stine said.

"Meat has never harmed me before," Loki said.

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"We cannot explain why this suddenly changed," Stine said. "And until you recover, my prince; we advise not to eat meat for a week and rest. It may help your stomach get the issue resolved."

"So I have to eat healthy," Loki said.

"Yes, my prince," Stine said.

"You may go," Loki said.

Stine leaves Loki.

Loki summons a walking stick in his hand then walks down the hall using the stick as support to stand straight. The symptoms had started showing up last week during one of Loki's adventures in the nine realms and today had become the day he did not feel quite okay to do his usual business. Loki feels tired, weak, and sick. I do not usually get sick over meat, Loki thought, something is not right. Maybe this is not a random fluke of my body. Loki thought about many spells capable of doing something like this to a man of his statue. Loki came to a stop right at a door with his head lowered.

Loki sighs.

"Course," Loki said. "The two week illness."

Loki's grip on the handle tightens.

"The spell a victim can't undo," Loki adds, in a lowered voice. "Just my luck."

Loki resumes walking recalling the enemies he has made.

"Brother, what is ailing you?" Thor said, curious as a rabbit in a new found climate, in a concerned voice.

To be frank Loki did tell Thor about this strange illness before going to the healers.

"Stomach virus," Loki lied. "Just need some bed rest and no meat."

"Stomach virus caused all that?" Thor asks.

"Yes," Loki lied, with a nod. "A few Asgardians have been suffering it lately, and this virus can pass by touch." Thor takes a step back. "Now I have to take their wise advice if you excuse me."

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Loki thought about Tarbhab as one potential candidate while walking away Thor. But why would Tarbhab place a spell that makes various food acts as poison to unsuspecting victims on him? Sure had Loki taught Tarbhab how to do it—for vengeance reasons, of course, not just for the man who bit him—in the secrecy of a garage. But this? Tarbhab requires both hands to place such a spell.

Fortunately this is the 2nd week of the illness so it will be gone by the end of this week.

Loki opens the door to his chamber slipping in to the room and closed the door behind him. Tarbhab had recently befriended an old man with white wild hair, a face usually covered in dirt from messing around in his lab, and an attire usually worn by a fighter pilot. Loki only knew of this old man as 'Gary Stone'. Loki first met Gary in Alfheim after Gary made a wreck in the forest using a unique wagon once equipped in various technology with a huge fan behind it. Gary explained his machine is capable of traveling through time and space into the future but apparently his destination coordinates had been changed during the ride and he crash landed in present day Alfheim.

Loki made an enemy out of Gary by making decades worth of research go 'poof' and his wrecked up machine vanish. Loki had no reason to believe Tarbhab would teach an old and mad mortal to use magic for this occasion. Loki sat on the bed making the stick disappear in thin air. An old memory returns to Loki of something he had dealt with Tarbhab many years ago. As in 150 years ago, to be exact.

Loki slips his boots off on the floor.

The healers are right about resting and eating anything other than meat.

Perhaps Loki will see someone he hadn't seen in a long time while asleep.

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