Loki x reader ( slow burn)

Im not sick

He pulled your back against his chest and webbed your legs together. He ran his hand through your hair, and shushed you as your sobbing turned into whimpers and sniffing.

"Get her out of here please, Pete. She needs to sleep."
"Yeah, okay."
He picked you up, carrying you bridal style to your room. He sat you down on the bed and used some kind of solvent to dissolve the web.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you spidey."
"Its fine. Everyone has at least one person they would risk everything for. Loki is your person."
"One of many. Who's your person?"
"My aunt May, my friend Ned, you actually are on the list as well as tony and Morgan. She's Tony's daughter."
"Your one of my people too kid."
"I'm technically 20 now so not a kid."

"No it doesn't work like that, you are still 15."
"Then you are still 20."
"I hate your logic but whatever."

"I think you should get some sleep." He stood up to leave.
"Hey spidey, can you read to me?"
"I'm pretty sure that's Loki's job. But for now, what book?"
"That one on my desk."

Peter read to you and you tried to imagine it was Loki. It didn't work well but spidey was part of your people, so he sent you to sleep all the same.

-

As soon as you woke up the next day, you went to see Loki. He was glistening with sweat again but he was fully unconscious. You switched out the lukewarm cloth on his chest for a cold one, trying to bring his fever down. You read to him, wishing he could hear you, but knowing he couldn't. His slim muscles were tense and obviously sore. You brushed his sweat soaked hair out of his face. His eyes moved around under his eyelids. His hand was clammy in yours. His bruised wrist made his grip even weaker. You kissed each knuckle on his frail hand. He groaned slightly and his already weak grip faltered. You stood up slowly, and switched the cloth again.

"Y/n?"
Your head snapped up to see Loki gripping onto consciousness.
"Loki? Hey, try and stay awake for me."
He groaned again, fighting to keep his eyes open. You felt his neck and his temperature dropped slightly. Loki started coughing with blood spewing from his lips. You grabbed a basin and he coughed all the blood into it. His wheezing and groans pulled tears from your eyes, they fell to your cheeks making your voice falter.
"You'll feel better soon. Just hold on, ok?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, you did nothing wrong."

You leant him foreword so he wouldn't choke on his own blood. Once he had spat all the blood from his mouth into the basin, he dropped back into the bed, completely out of it.
As soon as he stopped coughing up his lungs, his temperature rose again. You cleaned his blood from the basin and sat next to him, giving him enough space on the bed so you don't make him uncomfortable.

-

"Y/n?"
You didn't realise but you fell asleep. It was 6 minutes past midnight and Loki was awake, barely. He had stopped sweating as much but he was still boiling hot.
"Hey."
"Are you okay?"
"I think I should be the one asking you."
"Please don't avoid the question."
"I'm fine. A little sore but mostly worried about you."

"Why? I'm practically at my healthiest."
Even though he was half awake, he could never fail to make you smile. He smiled too and closed his eyes again.

-
The next few days seemed to feel like a loop, you sleeping in the medical wing with Loki and him coughing up blood with his temperature going crazy. Finally after three days he could stay awake for longer than two minutes.
"Hey darling, I got you some ice chips and some actual chips from the burger place down the road."
"Thank you my love." He smiled at you weakly and tried to sit up. He groaned in pain again so you lifted him slightly, sitting him up so that he was comfortable. You watched him eat slowly as if he was going to pass out again.

"Y/n, I'm fine really. Do you want some?"
"No thanks. I'm not hungry."
"Are you actually not hungry or are you finding it hard to eat at all?"
"I have eaten, just maybe not as much as I should. But I'm really not hungry."
"It's because your worrying yourself love. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"Don't make promises you cant keep. Bucky said he would come back for me soon, that was 3 years before he actually came back for me."
"I'll keep my promise. No matter the price."
"We are never going to be able to have a normal life are we. Either some one is trying to murder everyone or one of us is injured, sick or mentally unstable. I'm tired of the whole superhero thing getting in the way of us and some sort of consistency. I'm sorry for shouting but I just love you so damn much."

He had his usual smirk plastered on his face. Probably the only expression he has shown in the past few days other than pain or unconsciousness.
"Y/n, darling. The whole chemistry we have stems from our fighting with others. Yes we might get hurt or have a breakdown every now and then, but thats the foundation we built our relationship on. I admit its a rocky one but its the only one we have got and the only one we are going to get. And I love you so damn much too!"

"I hate that you're right."
"I always am."
"I highly doubt that." You laughed and kissed the bridge of his nose.
"I'll ask one more time, do you want to share?"
You looked down to his chips, picked one up and chewed on it.

He laughed at the attitude you ate it with, wincing afterwards.
"Instant karma."
He smiled more before his temperature climbed again. The sweat collecting on his brow made his face itch. You wiped his face and chest with a cold wet cloth and grabbed the basin just in case he had to cough up more blood or throw up his barely digested food.

"Get some rest love. I bet by tomorrow, the poison will clear and I can heal the stab wound." You kissed his forehead again and read to him as he slipped into sweet,bliss unconsciousness that he would never wake from.

I'm just joking. By the next day, the poison did clear and you healed his stab wound, leaving him sore but functioning and tired.