Loki couldn't help chuckling at the look on Morgan's face, at the horror of being caught by Frigga kissing her son like that. But Frigga's tone was amused, not upset. Loki kissed Morgan's cheek. Morgan was still a million shades of red. Loki thought it was absolutely adorable.

Frigga didn't comment on the activity she had interrupted. Instead, she checked on Morgan. "Much better, dear," she said approvingly, as she placed a hand to Morgan's forehead, checking for fever. "Sleep until lunch and after you eat something you should be able to rest in your own rooms until dinner," she told Morgan, though the words were an update for Loki too.

Loki nodded. "You should listen to, Mother. You still have a lot of healing to do, darling," he told Morgan. Morgan nodded and let Frigga take the empty glass from her hands and laid back down to go back to sleep. Loki kept her curled in his embrace. He didn't mind, especially since she was fighting through the fever still. She needed his cold and he smiled warmly at her soft sight of relief as she settled back to sleep in his arms.

Frigga gave him a warm, knowing, smile. "She will be fine, darling. She is through the worst of it now," she reassured him gently.

"I know. That does not mean I'm not still concerned for her,"

Frigga nodded. "I know, darling. Your lady will be fine," she told him firmly "And after lunch you can leave the healing wing,"

Loki chuckled. "Which is a relief. I love spending time with you, Mother, but being in the healing wing can get boring after a while,"

Frigga laughed. "So I have heard from everyone I tend here. Your brother is the worst about it and seems to get injured the most often," she said fondly, amused at her children's antics. "I would have let her leave now, but I'd rather wait until that fever is better,"

"I know. I completely understand," Loki didn't like Morgan's fever any better than Frigga did. At least Loki was the best suited to keep her fever down.

Morgan's fever broke right before lunch as Frigga had predicted. It was clear the fever had broken when she started shivering in Loki's arms. He immediately brought back the spell that minimized the effects of his cold skin. He climbed out of the bed, adding a warming spell to the blanket she was bundled in. She woke when he left the bed, sitting up and looking confused. Loki kissed her cheek. "Don't worry. I'm still here, Ana," he soothed. He knew she'd be disoriented blind in a strange environment. Morgan nodded and bundled the blankets around her.

Frigga ducked back into the room. "Fever finally broke? Excellent news indeed," she told the pair. Morgan stopped shivering after a minute as her body adjusted. Frigga checked her over as the servants brought lunch for Morgan and Loki. The pair devoured their meals, starved from the experience of the transition.

Morgan was surprised at how much she devoured, but devour she did. She sat back against the pillows with a contented purr when her plate was empty. Until a slice of chocolate cake appeared in front of her. Loki lit up in absolute delight when a slice appeared in front of him as well. Frigga laughed at her predictable son and watched them both enjoy their cake.

After they had eaten, Frigga bundled Morgan up in a robe so she could leave the healing wing. Her nightgown had been drenched in sweat and Loki could see it cling to her as Frigga was bundling her. And his attention is drawn to the fact that Morgan had an extremely attractive body. He tried to clear those thoughts away quickly before they got him into trouble.

"There's a hot bath waiting for you in Loki's chambers and the maids will help you bathe. I know you feel better, but you need to rest," Frigga told them both. Morgan nodded obediently, though Loki knew she had absolutely intentions of letting maids help her bathe, no matter how wonderful a hot bath sounded. Morgan was raised American and independent. She wouldn't accept the help of maids unless she had to.

Loki kissed Frigga's cheek and wrapped an arm around Morgan. "Thank you, Mother," he told her warmly. Morgan thanked her too and the pair left to return to Loki's chambers. Loki's arm was around her shoulders and he steered her through the halls. Loki held Morgan close to him as they walked.

The maids were waiting for them when they arrived and Morgan moved closer to Loki's side when the maids began to speak, informing Loki that the Allmother sent them to aid Lady Morgana. Loki chuckled at Morgan's sudden shyness and sent her off with the maids with a reassuring kiss to the top of her head.

Morgan was delivered back to him, looking much more relaxed for the hot bath. Her hair had been left loose, curling down her back and she was wearing an Asgardian nightdress, which seemed designed to show off her body. Even after her time in the hospital and the healing wing, she was gorgeous. Loki had to shake those thoughts away again. They wouldn't help and she would notice and possibly be upset if he got too excited or moved too quickly. He gulped, his eyes dilating as his desire rose, despite his efforts to keep a leash on it. "You look so beautiful, Ana," he managed to tell her.

She gave him a warm smile and went to him, knowing where he was thanks to magic and his voice. "Thank you, Liam," she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He bent to kiss her softly and she returned the kiss eagerly. They kissed deeply for a few long minutes until she finally broke it to catch her breath, breathing frost. She smiled up at him, her thumb caressing his cheek.

His smile was warm and affectionate. "How do you feel, darling?" he asked with real concern

"So much better," she replied with a purr.

"I'm so glad, my darling,"

Morgan's eyes widened as she remembered something and stepped back with a curse. She summoned her Jarvis-tech watch to fasten back over her wrist. "Sorry, I forgot your people don't like tattoos..."

"I was meaning to ask. What is that tattoo?" he asked curiously

She smirked. "All of the original Avengers have it," she explained and took off the tech again so he could see her wrist. She traced the design as she explained the components. "A for the Avengers, 6 for the original six, dad's arc reactor, Cap's shield, Clint's arrow, Nat's hourglass, Mjolnir, and a symbol meaning 'toxic' for Bruce," she blushed she she continued. "I added the horns from your helmet to mine... there'd be no Avengers if it weren't for you, even if it was against your will. And you're on the team now anyway..." she trailed off, realizing that she was babbling

Loki smiled, touched that she had added his horns to the tattoo. "I appreciate that,"

She smiled in return and carefully fastened her watch back over the tattoo. "Thor mentioned that your people don't like tattoos. Even though the oaf got it too,"

Loki shrugged. "Most Asgardians don't. Some get them anyway,"

She nodded, but still smirked. "Still, I bet you haven't seen the oaf's," she teased. "I believe his exact words were 'I best never let mother see this'," she said with a laugh.

Loki chuckled. "That doesn't surprise me even a little bit,"

Morgan laughed too, knowing her trickster well. "How much are you going to make him bribe you not to tell your mother?"

Loki smirked maliciously. "I'll figure something out,"

Her laughter continued "I knew you would," she replied affectionately and stroked his cheek. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and relaxing into her affection. She smiled at how easy it was to make the attention and affection starved Loki happy. He practically melted into her touch.

"So what should we do with our day?" she asked him as she moved to stroking his hair.

He hmmed in pleasure. "I honestly have no idea,"

She giggled "It's your realm, you must have some idea what's fun to do around here," she teased as she stopped petting him so he could think. Easily distracted Loki was easily distracted by pets.

He considered and pondered for a moment, wondering what she could possibly enjoy without sight. "How would you like to join me in the gardens?" he asked tentatively. She couldn't see the flowers, but she would be able to smell them and perhaps enjoy them that way?

She grinned. "That sounds like fun," she agreed, eager to experience anything of the realm that Loki wanted to show her. "Though perhaps not in my pajamas..." she amended with a grin.

Loki chuckled. "Would you like my assistance again, my darling?"

She smirked. "Unless you want me dressing in Midgardian clothes, it might be a good idea," he knew that her idea of Midgardian clothes was also limited to jeans and t-shirts, which would definitely not be appropriate on Asgard.

Loki laughed and snapped his fingers, a beautiful gold dress shimmering into place around her as he did. She gave him a bright smile. "Thank you. Though I do hope you're not being enough of a trickster to dress me in something embarrassing..." she warned him firmly. She wouldn't appreciate her handicap being taken advantage of.

"Don't worry, my darling. I would never think to do that to you. Thor maybe. But never you."

She laughed. "You would do that to Thor,"

"I certainly wouldn't pass up the opportunity,"

She laughed even harder. "Poor oaf," she took his arm and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I appreciate that you're nicer to me than you are to Thor," she teased. There was a warmth to her tone that told him she really did appreciate his kindness to her. It was a kindness without pity and without thinking her less simply because she couldn't see. "Shall we head to the gardens? I'm sure we want to have some fun before dinner," she reminded him. Or before he remembered she was supposed to be resting. She was extraordinarily bad at resting, just like her father.

"Of course, my darling. Let's go. Though you will be resting once we return," he told her firmly. He hadn't forgotten she was supposed to be resting. Though a casual stroll through the gardens hardly counted as exerting.

She huffed and rolled her eyes predictably. "I'm fine and healed," she reminded him stubbornly.

"That may be, but Mother said you still need the rest. I am not going to argue with her," Loki replied quite logically. He would never go against Frigga's healing orders.

She huffed. "No one can argue with your mother," she finally agreed.

They made their way out to the gardens, but on the way, three annoyingly loud drunk men exited their lair. Loki groaned when he saw them and pulled Morgan closer to protect her.

"Loki!~~ You're out of seclusion~" Fandral said, clearly drunk. "You should join us!~ Your little lady too!!~~~"

Morgan was clearly uncomfortable with the loud, extremely drunk men, especially since she didn't know them. She cringed against Loki, who pulled her to him protectively while he snarled at the drunken idiots to leave them alone. She was overwhelmed, especially with this hulking drunk men she couldn't see.

The last stray was when Fandral placed a hand on her arm to lead her into their lair.

She snapped and surprised all of them as she slid out from Loki's embrace. None of them expected the flurry of blows to come from the tiny former Midgardian. They didn't expect her to throw Fandral unconscious over her hip, or to knock Volstagg and Hogunn out with her cane.

Even Loki hadn't known the cane was weighted with a steel core and battle-ready.

She drew a blade from the end of her cane as she fell into a fighting stance, ready for another round. Clearly she'd been armed this entire time and not nearly as helpless as a blind little Midgardian should be.