Loki was bored. Actually, bored was an understatement. He had spent the entire morning staring at the ceiling. His wound reopened at the slightest movement so he had been confined to his bed. Once his magic returned to its full strength, he would be able to heal himself and find something better to do with his time then count the number of cracks on the ceiling.

He almost wished Thor would come back to check on him. As much as Loki despised being treated like an invalid, he really missed him. Thor had taken it upon himself to make sure nothing happened to his brother when he was injured. Loki rolled his eyes, it's not like the sheets were going to attack him. Loki supposed that Thor felt guilty about what happened, and not listening to him. No one blamed him, but Thor was the kind of person who would blame himself if someone got injured protecting him.

Loki's head hurt. The magic he preformed had to get him and Thor out of the cave had weakened his whole body and between that and his wound, everything hurt. Thinking made it worse and Loki's mind was always going, pouring out more and more ideas. He decided that sleep might be the best thing now, and it wasn't like he was missing anything here. Loki closed his eyes and let darkness swallow him up.

Loki slowly opened his eyes his headache was gone. At least that was one good thing. From the sunlight from the window, Loki could tell that it was late afternoon. He had slept longer that he intended. Loki looked around the room; Thor had been here. The door was half open and on the table next to his bed, there was a glass of water that had not been there before. Loki wondered when Thor had come in; Loki was surprised that he hadn't heard him. Thor was not one for being quiet; Loki could hear him coming from almost anywhere. He must have been really out.

He sighed and resumed studying the ceiling of his room. Loki wished he had the book he was reading the other day, it was an interesting piece and he was nearly done. He racked his brain for where he had last had it. Loki decided that it was probably in the empty room down the hall. That's where he would usually go when he wanted some peace and quiet; it was the perfect place to read. That's also where he was when Thor came in to tell him his "brilliant" plane for revenge. Loki decided he would go. It was just a short walk down the hall.

He sat up slowly, wincing from the sharp pain in his side. "Not so bad," he thought to himself. He crawled to the end of the bed closest to the door. He stood up cautiously, and took a couple shaky steps in the direction of the door. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up his left leg, causing him to stumble into the wall and brace it for support. He limped painstakingly down the hall; each step was more painful then the one before. He was becoming less sure that he was going to make it there. Loki decided that he could let himself rest for a few minutes before starting out again. He sank down against the wall, sighing with relief as the pain in his leg easing as the stress was taken off it.

Loki looked down at the bandages wrapping his torso and stomach. He cursed, the wound had reopened and Loki could see blood starting to soak through. He leaned his head back to rest on the wall, deciding if continuing this quest for his book was a good idea.

All of a sudden, Loki heard footsteps echoing down the corridor. As the footsteps got closer, he tried to pull himself into a more dignified position.

Thor rounded the corner, coming to an abrupt halt at the sight of Loki on the floor of the corridor. Loki looked horrible; he was paler than usual and there were dark shadows under his eyes. Thor rushed to his brother's side, quickly scanning him for any signs of injury. His eyes came to rest on the recently bloodied bandage.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Loki gave him annoyed look, "Trying not to die of boredom; I was getting my book. What does it look like?"

"Like you lost a fight." Loki gave him a death glare. Thor knew his brother was not one to ask for help. "Here let me get it for you." Thor said softly.

"I can get it myself." Loki tried to pull himself up, but his leg has stiffened while he was resting and gave out on him.

"It's fine, I got it." Thor walked down the hallway and into the empty room, coming out with Loki's book.

"Come on Loki, let's go back to your room." Thor bent down and picked up his brother with almost no effort. Loki struggled against Thor's strong arms.

"Loki, please just cooperate." Thor sighed.

"I can walk." Loki continued to struggle.

"Stop that or I'll drop you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

Loki shot him a halfhearted glare and stopped squirming.

Thor carried Loki back to his room and set him gently on the bed. Then he turned and pulled a chair over to the bedside. As Thor sat down, Loki asked, "So what happened to my leg?"

"Well, when we landed from the, umm… magic bubble thing, you fell out first and landed wrong."

"Magic bubble thing?" Loki thought to himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.

Thor sighed loudly. "Loki—"

"Listen, I don't need a whole lecture from you telling me what I did was stupid." Loki snapped. "I was doing fine on my own."

Thor gave his brother a pained look, but said nothing. Loki picked up his book and began leafing through it until he found his place and began reading. Thor watched his brother read before asking softly, "How's your stomach."

"It's fine." Loki answered without looking up from his book.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Can I get you anything?"

"No."

Thor shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "Loki, you saved my life."

"Yes, what of it?"

"You took a knife for me."

"I'm sure you would have done the same for me."

Thor reached over and knocked the book from his brother's hands. "Listen to me! That's not the point. You could have died!" Thor was choking back tears now, "I could have lost you."

Loki had never seen his brother cry before. This wasn't good. He crawled across the bed and wrapped his arms around Thor's neck. "But I didn't, I'm fine."

"I had no idea you cared so much." Thor whispered. He was shocked; Loki was actually hugging him voluntarily.

"I've always cared that much Thor. Besides, that's what you and me do; we protect each other." Thor held his brother tighter, as if something would take him away.

"I'll never let anything hurt you again."

"You can start by listening to me and not being stupid." Loki's voice was a bit strangled, "Thor I need air." Thor quickly released hid brother, he hadn't realized how tightly he had been holding him.

"Sorry"

Loki retrieved his book, "Look you made me lose my place." He was trying to sound annoyed, but Thor could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You know what Loki, you are a real piece of work." Loki shot him a mischievous smile.

"I don't think I'll ever figure out what goes on in your head."

"And that's how I want it to stay."

Thor laughed and stood up, "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Loki gave him a real smile, "Good."

"Are you sure you don't need anything? Something to eat perhaps?"

"Sure"

Thor was taken aback; Loki was actually accepting Thor's offer of help.

"I'm on it. Oh, wait one more thing." Loki looked up from his book. "You really suck at walking in snow."

Thor laughed and ducked as a thick book went flying over his head.

Well that's it! What do you think? Also, has anyone seen Captain America? It was a great movie and there was an Avengers trailer at the end and Loki was in it!