215. h/c meme

[hardforrichgirl]

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort
is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional
distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The
injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the
characters and their relationship.

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I didn't think he deserved another 8 so I rerolled... a 2. How lame.

[trickiernthou]

[Some things never change: like Tricksters who pop in at the most impromptu of times. When he doesn't immediately see Alex he goes searching 'round the apartment.]

alex would like to think so, but he just hates being laid out. and hey bb hey!

[waywardshepherd]

[ the reason alex isn't up and about? it's because he's sick with a fever. he's been in bed for most of the day, slipping in and out of sleep, only getting up for water, soup and the bathroom. if there's anything more than he hates being sick, he can't think of it right now.

he's half-asleep when loki strides in, unaware of the trickster's presence, curled up under the sheets with his face buried in a pillow. ]

heyla~!

[trickiernthou]

[He hops onto the edge of the bed and bounces a bit. The slow reaction from Alex causes him to look more closely and notice the illness just oozing from the mortal's very fiber. He makes a disgusted face.]

There's one thing that has to suck about being mortal. How can you stand it?

how're you? it's been a while!

[waywardshepherd]

[ are you serious right now. usually loki isn't unbearable to be around, but alex isn't much in the mood for any sort of company, let alone a guy who loves messing with him. he heaves a sigh, a low sound, cracks open an eye to look over at the deity. ]

Medicine and rest. Still sucks. [ his voice is low when he speaks, a touch hoarse and a tiny bit dazed sounding. still, he's aware of what's going on around him and speaks clearly enough. ] What're you doing here?

it has. could be better, could be worse. same old, same old. you?

[trickiernthou]

[He shrugs.] Bored. [And if he wanted to see a familiar face once in a while...sue him.

He considers for a moment before poking at Alex lightly.] Doesn't seem to be doing the trick yet. Anything else to help?

pretty much the same here. nice seeing you though. :D

[waywardshepherd]

[ the poke gets a swat in return, but it's a weak gesture and pretty ineffectual given that it doesn't connect. he rubs a hand over his face, hating feeling the heat from his own skin. ]

S'not an immediate cure. Especially not with a fever. [ he wishes it'd break faster, though. ] Gotta wait.

yeah~ :D

[trickiernthou]

Seriously? [And okay it isn't as though he doesn't know all this already but still. It sucks.

Of course, Gabe could always make it disappear, every last ache and pain and fever and sickness, but...that would be cheating. ...not that he didn't usually just cheat anyway but...

Anyway, this gives him something to do.]

Dude, there has to be something else I can get for [he waves his hands around] this. Speak, speak. Or forever hold your peace, either way. Your choice really.

[waywardshepherd]

[ have something of a surprised look, loki. he never really expects these random bouts of generosity. (although there's usually a trick hidden somewhere inside, but he likes to think loki'll take pity on him while he's sick, at least.) ]

... orange juice. [ might as well take him up on the offer of not moving as much as possible while it's there, and he ran out of it, so why not. and after a moment: ] Thanks.

[trickiernthou]

[He beams and snaps his fingers. A whole jug of orange juice appears on the nightstand and beside it a cup of it as well. Loki reaches out and nudges the glass towards Shepherd.]

Need me to hold it for you, too?

[waywardshepherd]

[ he rolls his eyes at that, shakes his head and moves to sit up. he has to pause halfway for a dizzy spell, but beside that it's not much trouble, and once he has his back against the headboard he reaches for the glass. ]

Nah. I can manage that much. [ and he's never been one for being babied like ever in his life. he drinks it down, letting out a sigh once it's drained and leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. ] That's it. My life's officially crazy.