Bucky turned to Loki more seriously, changing the subject. "Make sure she doesn't lose that until after this cure is complete. I don't have an extra here. It was pure dumb luck I had that one. And please, don't tell Steve. I can take a lot of teasing, but not about this," Bucky admitted softly. He didn't admit his vulnerabilities, but he was vulnerable about Steve. Those two had a history since the forties. They were practically brothers, and Bucky had been protecting Steve for their entire childhood.

You and Loki both nodded. You'd keep his secret. "Your secret is safe with me and I'll put the inhaler somewhere it'll never get lost," Loki added and took the inhaler from you, despite your protest that you could keep it just fine. He vanished it into his dimensional pocket where it wouldn't get lost. Loki looked to you. "We need to make a small visit to the healing wing to make sure you are still alright, darling. I won't risk your safety or your healing," he told you firmly.

Bucky left with Sif so she could show him Asgardian weapons, leaving you with no choice but to go with Loki to the healing wing.

"I'm fine, Lokes," you insisted as he took your hand to pull you to your feet.

He ignored your protests and started leading you to the healing wing. You sighed and let him drag you with him. "Mother probably needs to look you over anyway. Don't whine, darling," he chided, though he was teasing. You huffed and grumbled, but were very careful not to whine as you let him drag you back to Frigga's domain.

Frigga looked up when you entered. She gave Loki a small nod of acknowledgement before she finished giving her orders to the assistant she was talking to before she came over to greet the pair of you. "Hello, darlings. What brings you here?" it was clear from her tone that she wasn't expecting you so soon.

Loki kissed Frigga's cheek, his usual greeting to her. "My lady had a little incident out on the training field. She loves to pretend she's fine and overwork herself," he tried to tease, but you could hear the worry in his voice. You could see it as he picked at the skin of his left palm. "Could you look her over and make sure she's alright?"

Frigga gave you both a disapproving look. "What kind of little incident?" she demanded as she efficiently got you up onto one of the exam tables to look you over, despite that you had gotten extremely shy and quite insistent that you were ok.

"The Sergeant called it an 'asthma attack'. She was near breathless," Loki said worriedly, unsure exactly what had caused it.

Frigga nodded and pulled out one of the soulforge scanners. "I am familiar with it," Frigga said. She'd studied all forms of illnesses. "It is a medical condition common on Midgard there are some cases here, most notably among children. It causes the airways to narrow and swell which makes it extremely difficult to breathe," she explained to her son.

Loki nodded, figuring what cause the attack. "She decided to work with Sif," he explained disapprovingly.

"Sif decided I was working with her," you corrected. Sif hadn't exactly given you a choice in the matter.

"You still accepted," Loki reminded you as if you could've told the goddess of war no. "Even though she was going easy on you, it really wasn't a fair fight and you should not have been out there,"

"She was so upset thinking I don't know how to defend myself," you protested.

Frigga spoke again, drawing both of your attention. "You will be just fine, darling," she reassured you, but really was reassuring you both. "Your heart and lungs haven't worked properly or at all since you were cursed and both are still very weak," she explained what the problem had been. She turned to Loki. "Don't be upset with Sif, darling. She means well and she clearly cares about your lady to insist she be able to defend herself. However, she is used to novices who have been Asgardian for more than a day..." she handed you a cup of hot tea and handed Loki a slice of chocolate cake.

Totally unfair.

Though the chocolate cake calmed him and reassured him that everything was alright. He devoured it quickly as usual. "Thank you, Mother. I was just worried is all,"

"Of course you were," she replied warmly and knowingly. He was always worried about you. "How did your meeting with your father go?" you could tell that she truly cared, but she seemed to be keeping you in her domain for some reason.

Loki lit up. "I have been pardoned from my crimes on Midgard. It was one of the boons my love requested in recompense for his actions from before," Loki explained to his mother.

"That's wonderful news!" she exclaimed and hugged him tightly around the neck. She was joyed for her son, who hadn't deserved to be punished for those 'crimes' in the first place.

"It's quite a relief," Loki replied and you could see the weight lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't burdened any longer with a punishment he hadn't deserved. "I'm now free to come and go as I please," he added.

Frigga wisely didn't press Loki any further about the events of the meeting, though she could tell he was leaving things out. She changed the subject. "You said the Sergeant informed you of this condition? Did he also mention what magic he used to ease the symptoms?" she asked, instead.

Loki summoned the inhaler from his dimensional pocket, holding it out to her. "It was not magic. It is Midgardian medicine. An inhaler, he called it,"

Frigga took it from him to look it over, curious about the Midgardian medicine. She cast a nifty little spell on it and there were suddenly two inhalers in her hand. She handed the original back to Loki. "I wish to study this medicine," she explained at Loki's raised eyebrow. He nodded, accepting that logic and wanting as much help for you as he could get.

You realized that you were having a hard time following the conversation. It seemed... fuzzy and unclear. You realized you had zoned out when Frigga reached over and took the teacup from your hands. Before it had completely fallen from your limp hands. Frigga smiled warmly at you and pressed a motherly kiss to the top of your head. "I would apologize, dear, but you need to rest and you are just as stubborn as any of my children," she told you warmly while you swayed and fought to keep your eyes open.

"Make sure she lies down until dinner," Frigga told Loki as he watched you worriedly, until he realized what Frigga had done.

"Of course, Mother," Loki gave her a knowing smirk before he moved to sweep you up into his arms. Frigga laughed as Loki carried you from the room.

"She drugged me~~!" you mewed the protest when Loki had left the healing wing. You could scarcely move, your body was so heavy. And your eyes didn't want to stay open.

"She did," Loki agreed, not sounding the least bit worry. "But it was for your own good. You need to rest, little one. You are overworking yourself while you are still recovering," he told you gently and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he carried you. "Now rest. I will wake you before dinner," he promised.

The halls were swaying and spinning around you.

That couldn't be good.

"Do I still get my dance?" you asked softly, your voice getting slurred and loopy.

"Yes, darling. Rest," he told you firmly.

Your head crashed onto his shoulder and you didn't remember anything else.