One of Loki's hands clenched around a handful of Thor's cape; he made himself hold stock still as his brother began to clean off his face. It was humiliating, but he couldn't do it himself.
Just stop thinking about it.
And the contents of that little bottle would certainly help with that effort.
Loki held up one hand with his thumb and forefinger a healthy distance apart, enough to indicate that the little glass should be half full. That was more than he'd ever taken for a headache, but he knew that it wouldn't harm him - it would just render him numb and insensible. Both of those options sounded very nice right now.
Hopefully Sif wouldn't argue with him. She knew what he kept the stuff around for, but he was fairly certain she hadn't seen him actually take any recently, so with luck it would be believable.
As she poured, he turned his attention to Thor. For a long time, he just watched his brother, eyes wide with the steadily increasing pain as Thor cleaned the skin closer and closer to his mouth.
When Thor made to refresh the water on the cloth by dipping it in the pitcher, Loki caught his wrist for a moment, and gave it a light squeeze just to make sure he had Thor's full attention. "After. Get. Your bloody. Hammer. Out." It had the same ragged, firm tone as his command to Sif had held. And it hurt to try to enunciate so carefully, but he wanted the message to be clear. A lot of the pain in his head would ease if he was no longer in the presence of a magical object that clearly didn't like him.
He searched for understanding in Thor's eyes before giving his brother's wrist another squeeze, one he hoped conveyed a measure of what he could not currently convey with tone or words - that it wasn't a request made out of anger or some sort of petty vengeance. And he supposed once Thor had taken the damn thing elsewhere, he was welcome back into his room. It wasnt as if Loki would be able to stop him, not in the condition he intended upon being in shortly.
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Just stop thinking about it.
And the contents of that little bottle would certainly help with that effort.
Loki held up one hand with his thumb and forefinger a healthy distance apart, enough to indicate that the little glass should be half full. That was more than he'd ever taken for a headache, but he knew that it wouldn't harm him - it would just render him numb and insensible. Both of those options sounded very nice right now.
Hopefully Sif wouldn't argue with him. She knew what he kept the stuff around for, but he was fairly certain she hadn't seen him actually take any recently, so with luck it would be believable.
As she poured, he turned his attention to Thor. For a long time, he just watched his brother, eyes wide with the steadily increasing pain as Thor cleaned the skin closer and closer to his mouth.
When Thor made to refresh the water on the cloth by dipping it in the pitcher, Loki caught his wrist for a moment, and gave it a light squeeze just to make sure he had Thor's full attention. "After. Get. Your bloody. Hammer. Out." It had the same ragged, firm tone as his command to Sif had held. And it hurt to try to enunciate so carefully, but he wanted the message to be clear. A lot of the pain in his head would ease if he was no longer in the presence of a magical object that clearly didn't like him.
He searched for understanding in Thor's eyes before giving his brother's wrist another squeeze, one he hoped conveyed a measure of what he could not currently convey with tone or words - that it wasn't a request made out of anger or some sort of petty vengeance. And he supposed once Thor had taken the damn thing elsewhere, he was welcome back into his room. It wasnt as if Loki would be able to stop him, not in the condition he intended upon being in shortly.