Prompt from @LadyDia (ao3 user): Ooh. I'm interested to see how she handles the hangover. I think Thor should show up with a remedy! (It is his fault, after all). She lets him in while she takes it, and Loki shows up and is either totally confused or ridiculously angry to have Thor answer her door. 

A/N: sorry I've not been posting as much, I've been either working or going out loads at the moment! Here's a new chapter, I hope you enjoy it<3 Please keep sending prompts:)

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You're woken by someone knocking on your door.

They're knocking gently, but to your fragile head it sounds as though someone's trying to break down the door with a battering ram. You wince slightly as you sit up; your whole body feels as though it's recently been expelled from a washing machine.

"Y/N?" you hear Thor's voice from the other side of your door.

Slowly, so slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and hobble towards the door. Why is the light so bright? There's barely any sunlight in the room.

You finally make it to the door and open it tentatively. Thor laughs, perhaps sympathetically, as your hungover form is presented to him from behind the door. His laughter sounds like booming drums and you close your eyes briefly.

"You look awful." he greets you cheerfully. There's something in his hand.

"Thanks." you rasp, raising a hand to your throat as you realise your voice is all but gone.

"Here." Thor says, his voice full of humour as he holds out an arm to help you back to bed. You stagger across the room with his help and collapse face first back into bed.

"Close your eyes. I'm going to open the blinds." Thor tells you as he moves across the room. You screw your eyes shut as you hear the sound of the blinds being pulled, and the backs of your eyelids turn from black to orange as light fills the room.

"I've brought you something to help with the hangover." Thor says, and you sit up abruptly. in your eagerness you forget that he's just opened the blinds.

You groan and clamp your eyes shut again as the light assaults them. Thor chuckles again.

"Here." he says, tapping your arm.

This time you're more cautious and only open your eyes a fraction of an inch, squinting down at the small bottle Thor is offering you.

"It's for Asgardians, so you only need the tiniest sip." he tells you as you take the bottle.

"Thank you." you croak, uncorking the bottle and lifting it to your lips. You feel sure that you could drink the whole bottle and still feel like death, but heed Thor's instructions, only taking a tiny sip.

It has the opposite effect of the mead which you had consumed last night, soothing your throat as it travels down to your stomach rather than burning it. You begin to feel better almost immediately.

Thor is smiling at you when you turn to look at him, trying to force your eyelids to open more than half a millimetre.

"Better?"

"So much." you say. Your voice sounds less rough already.

"Good." he nods, taking the bottle off of you and downing the rest of the contents. He catches you staring.

"I had quite a bit more than I should have last night too. I certainly shouldn't have offered you any mead. I apologise." he says to you, looking genuinely remorseful.

"It's fine, Thor. Really." you reassure him.

There is a sudden knock at your door.

Loki's POV

It's not as though he's worried about you. That would be absurd.

He just feels a sense of obligation to check up on you, especially as he's unsure whether anyone else is aware of the state you were in last night.

He hesitates for a few seconds before knocking, but it is almost midday.

He's not worried. Just... curious.

When Thor opens the door, several horribly unwelcome emotions shoot through Loki all in a matter of seconds.

First confusion, closely followed by anger. No, not anger, more like incandescent rage. If his brother has drunkenly taken advantage of you...

Third, annoyance. What care is it of his what you and Thor get up to behind closed doors? He decides firmly that he couldn't care less, before realising that he does in fact care deeply.

Then comes the fear. Why does he care? And why has he been thinking of lying next to you all night?

Fifth, embarrassment. What must Thor think of him knocking on your door while he assumed you to be sleeping?

All of this happens in under two seconds, and yet Loki's face remains impassive. Except for his eyes. And Thor knows exactly how to read his eyes.

"Brother, no." Thor says firmly, instantly understanding what Loki had been thinking of. Or at least, some of it. Loki hates that Thor can read him with such ease.

It occurs to him that he didn't hate it when you realised that it was him before you last night in a matter of seconds, even though he was using an illusion. And while you'd been drunk, too.

On the contrary, it had almost thrilled him.

A rush of relief courses through Loki as Thor speaks. He instantly pushes it down, far down.

"I didn't say anything." Loki tells Thor, his voice deadpan.

"You didn't have to." Thor replies, clapping him on the shoulder as he moves past him to leave the room.

"Feel better, Y/N." he calls as he disappears around the door, leaving Loki alone with you.

You look a bit worse for wear, but Loki finds himself, as he was last night, inexplicably attracted to you. He can't explain it. He doesn't want to try to.

"How do you feel?" he asks you instead, hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

"I, uh- better now. Thank you." you say, looking a bit flustered. It's adorable. Loki inwardly scolds himself the minute he thinks it. Stop it.

"Good." he says.

An awkward pause.

"Do you wanna sit down?" you ask, smiling questioningly at him.

"Okay." he responds, moving to sit next to you on your unmade bed whilst desperately trying to think of something to say.

"Why are you here?" you ask him after a second.

"Bored." he replies, without missing a beat. That earns him a wide smile which actually makes his chest feel rather tight for a second.

What is happening to him? Surely he can't be ill. Not on Midgard.

"Did Thor give you anything to help with the hangover?" he asks you in an attempt to distract himself.

"Yes. It's helping already. But I'd appreciate any other remedies you might have lying around." you say, massaging your temples.

"You should eat. And drink lots of water." Loki tells you, handing you a glass of water which has suddenly appeared in his hand. You take it gratefully.

"I can make you some food if you like." he offers, and you look at him disbelievingly over the top of your glass of water.

"Again, I'm bored." he shrugs.

Sooner or later he's going to have to come up with a better excuse.