You eased Loki to the ground gently, cradling his head. "Loki, wake up!" you bid him urgently when he was safely down, but he wasn't stirring. His face was flushed already. That wasn't good. "Shit," you cursed. You touched his forehead. He was fevered already, though no one else would realize, not yet. He was only slightly warmer than human warm. They wouldn't understand the danger of a frost giant being that warm.

Samuel and Dan ran over. You crouched over Loki, still caught in the battle fury, ready to defend your mate, one of Loki's daggers in your hand. It was damn useful that he kept them hidden everywhere. "Easy, Omega, let us help," Samuel's voice was the soft gentle croon of an Alpha calming one of his people.

Allies. Allies were useful. You cleared your grief. Grief would come later. Right now you had to save Loki before the bite and infection killed him. "Samuel, call your father, tell him what happened. You two will clean up here? I need to get him back to the tower, now," you snapped as you shifted position to kneel beside Loki. Samuel knelt too and touched Loki's forehead.

"The fever isn't bad..." he started, not even upset that you were barking orders.

"Yes. It is," you corrected him quickly as you cut Loki's jacket sleeve away. You ripped material from your shirt, which had been laying on the ground where Loki dropped it when he was attacked, to use to bandage the still-bleeding wound on his arm. "Loki's not human. He runs colder than a human. The fact that he has a fever at all is deadly. I need to get him home, but we didn't drive..." No one questioned that you were taking Loki to the tower. A hospital couldn't help him and you couldn't take werewolf problems to a hospital.

"Take my car. Samuel will give me a ride home after we clean up here," Dan told you and tossed you his keys. You caught them automatically and nodded. "His is a rental," he added before Samuel could complain that he was supposed to offer his vehicle for your use. You took Loki's comm device from around his ear and settled it on yours.

"J, patch me in," you ordered, Loki's comm wouldn't automatically respond to your words unless you told it to.

"Yes, Miss," Jarvis replied, the AI a reassuring presence.

"Loki's injured. I'm bringing him home as fast as I can drive. Thor, if you're there, it's bad. Really bad," you told the tower and anyone who had a comm to hear you. They should all be there, but you weren't waiting for their answer.

"Are you ok to drive?" Dan asked. You glared at him as you moved to stand, reached to lift Loki from the ground.

"Let me," Samuel told you gently.

"Careful. If he wakes-"

"If he wakes right now, I will gladly accept the miracle and the subsequent stabbing," Samuel told you, not unkindly. He lifted Loki easily from the ground. The three of you made your way to Dan's car and got Loki settled as comfortably as possible laying across the back seat. "Are you ok to drive?" Samuel repeated the, noting your injuries, which you were completely ignoring.

"I'm fine," you snarled at him. You ignored that you were completely covered in blood, with broken ribs, still bleeding from the wounds on your arm, stomach, and face.

"Go take care of your mate. We will clean up here and I will call Fenrir," Samuel told you. You nodded and climbed into Dan's car, an old battered vehicle that he was obviously expecting to have an injured werewolf in. Thank the gods it wasn't his nice car.

"Jarvis, can you clear the traffic?" you asked as you stepped on the gas.

"Traffic has been cleared, Miss. You have a clear path back to the tower. The team is waiting for you," Jarvis replied. You could have wept in relief. You floored the gas and drove as fast as Dan's car could go. There was a police barricade blocking the street you needed, but Jarvis must have told them what vehicle they were looking for, since they got out of your way well before you mowed them down. Thank all the gods, because there was no way you could explain the amount of blood you were covered in, your injuries, or the unconscious god in the back seat to the police.

You parked the car directly in front of the tower. The team came out of the tower like angry hornets to meet you. You jumped out of the car. "What happened?" Thor demanded as you opened the back door of the car.

"Jareth bit him. I don't have time to explain and save his life. Thor, take him up to his room, start a bath as cold as you can, we have to get this fever down, now," Thor was the best one for that task. Loki stabbing him if he happened to wake wouldn't kill him. You would carry Loki yourself, but your ribs were still broken. You had to rely on the team to help you. Ok, you didn't have to, but they were here and willing and you would take all of the help you could get. Thor lifted Loki so gently and carefully into his arms. "Shit, the shields on his room. If they won't let you in, take him to my room instead. Romanoff, get the big scary first aid kit, the good one, pain killers that will work on Asgardians, and some peroxide or something to clean the wound," Nat nodded and rushed off too. "Barton, bring at least two of those big bags of ice Stark bought for next week's party," he nodded and you were so grateful in that moment that they were listening to you. "Cap, Stark, I know Jarvis took video. Watch the footage so you can explain what happened to the others. Please, deal with the press so I can focus on saving him,"

"Go, we'll take care of things. Who does this car belong to?" Cap asked, knowing full well that you hadn't left with a car.

"My brother Dan," you tossed Cap the keys. He would put the car somewhere more useful than an illegal spot in front of the tower.

"Kid, are you ok?" Tony demanded. You looked like hell and you knew it. You also felt like hell, but you couldn't focus on that right now.

"I'll be fine. I heal fast. He won't survive without my help. I'm the only one here who has nursed someone through a werewolf bite." Tony nodded and you ran inside. You realized in your haste to get back here that you hadn't bothered putting your shoes back on, and your shirt was currently a bandage around Loki's arm, so you were in nothing more than your sports bra. You'd been distracted to say the least. No wonder the team was worried. You jabbed the elevator button impatiently and were tempted to take the stairs, but that was just impatience talking, it was still faster to wait for the elevator. "Jarvis, what room are they in?" you asked while you waited.

"Yours, Miss,"

"Drop the temperature as far as you can," you ordered. "Please," you added as an after thought. You were going to have to apologize for being so short with everyone after you had saved Loki's life. You had a feeling they'd understand. The elevator finally came and after a minute of pacing, finally opened again on the floor of your room. You ran down the hall and skidded into your room. Nat was just bringing in the first aid kit and it looked like Clint had just arrived too with the ice. Loki was laying on your bed and looked worse than ever. "Thanks for your help," you told Nat and Clint. "You two should get out of here before he wakes."

"Are you sure?" Nat asked.

"You know him, he'll stab first and ask questions later. Thor and I can survive it,"

"Call us if you need us," Clint told you warmly, reassuringly. "Don't worry, he'll make it. He's too stubborn not to," he grabbed Nat's arm and dragged her from the room. She would have stubbornly stayed to help too.

"Thor?" you asked as you went to the bed. He stepped out of the bathroom. "Clint brought the ice," you gestured to the ice by the door. "Can you dump it in the tub too?" He nodded and did as you bid.

You sat on the bed next to Loki and touched his forehead. The fever was only getting worse. He was flushed and sweating, his cheeks were actually turning purple, as if his Jotun form were blushing. He made a soft whimpering noise. "Shh, love, it'll be alright," you told him softly. You allowed yourself a moment of worry before you jumped back to work. "Thor, if you don't want to see Loki in his underwear, you'd best leave too," you warned. You had to get Loki's temperature down. Now.

"I have seen worse," Thor replied dryly as he joined you in the room again. You were already removing Loki's shoes. "However, it is wise not to tell him that I helped with this,"

"Agreed." Between you and Thor you got Loki stripped. You could have done it yourself, and had been planning on doing so in a much more enjoyable manner since you watched him dress earlier that day, but he was unconscious and therefore unhelpful, so Thor being able to hold him up while you worked was a blessing. Unsurprisingly, Thor left removing Loki's pants to you. Some things even he couldn't handle.

"I'm sorry, love," you told Loki softly as you and Thor gently eased him into the tub of ice-cold water. Loki hissed at the shock, even unconscious, but soon made a soft moan of relief. You made sure his head stayed above the water, propping it on a pillow on the edge of the tub. You dipped a washcloth in the freezing water, wrung it out and placed it on his brow.

"He is not changing forms," Thor's voice was full of concern as you sat next to the tub with the giant first aid kit.

"I know. The fever's too high," you replied softly. Loki's injured arm was hanging out of the tub into your lap. You unwrapped the makeshift bandage to look over the damage. It was bad and still bleeding, but sluggishly. You wrapped a towel around it to slow the bleeding until you could tend it properly. It was also inflamed and puffy, a red steak running from the wound up Loki's arm. You cursed again and grabbed the bottle of pain meds Nat had given you. You tossed them to Thor. "Whatever the correct dose of those is for an Asgardian crush them up. There's a glass in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror," you added. Thor handed you the glass with powder in the bottom of it a moment later. You filled the glass with enough water to dissolve the powder. You lifted Loki's shoulders, tilting his head back. He made a soft pained noise, his eyelids fluttered when he was moved. He was doing better, only mostly unconscious, cooler already.

"It's alright, love. I'm here. You're safe now. This will help," you told him softly, gently, using the soothing voice you'd learned through years of patching up injured werewolves. You held the glass to his lips. He was just conscious enough to drink the contents, little by little. "Good, love, good," you told him and kissed his forehead before you settled his head back on the pillow on the edge of the tub, the washcloth back in place on his forehead. He tried to crack his eyes open, moaned in a fevered pain. "Shh, love. Relax. You'll be ok. I'm here," you promised him as you pulled your Omega peace to share with him. He relaxed again with the smallest smile in his expression

"You are good at this," Thor said helplessly from the sidelines.

"I've had practice, though not like this, not with someone I love," you replied softly. You unwrapped Loki's wound again and got to work cleaning it. You winced at every whimper of pain as you poured peroxide over the wound, as you carefully stitched the bigger gashes shut. You bandaged the others and carefully wrapped a bandage over the whole thing.

You looked up when your phone rang in the other room. You were busy bandaging Loki's arm. "Can you-?" Thor was already walking to the phone. He picked it up and answered. "Y/N, it's Fenrir," he announced as he walked back into the room.

"Hi, Fenrir, sorry, I'm a bit busy!" you said loudly enough that the werewolf's sharp ears would be able to hear you. You didn't have to stop your task to answer the phone.

"Samuel told me what happened. I'm on my way," you sighed in relief. Fenrir would be able to help properly.

"Thank you," was all you could say in reply.

"You know how to help him, little Omega. He's a god. He'll be fine," Fenrir reassured you. The phone clicked as he disconnected, apparently feeling it unnecessary to say anything more. You finished with Loki's arm and propped it on the edge of the tub where he'd be more comfortable and the bandage wouldn't get wet.

"Thanks for your help, Thor. Can you tell the others Fenrir is coming? You don't want to get caught up with what comes next," you were exhausted already, injured yourself, and still... you weren't giving up on Loki. You were going to help him through this in any way you could and there was one more thing. You refilled the glass and downed its contents quickly, glad you could reach the bath tap without having to get up from the bathroom floor. You hadn't gotten up again since you had first sat down and weren't trusting your body to be able to anymore.

"I do not want to be here for what, Lady?" Thor asked you firmly. You realized you hadn't heard him the first time he'd asked.

You shook your head to clear it. "Sorry. There's... pack magic. I swear it'll help," you finally said. You couldn't keep your thoughts focused on anything other than the task at hand. "Trust me, Thor. I want to save him as much as you do,"

"It will not turn him into a wolf?" Thor finally asked, expressing his worry. No one wanted him to turn, but...

You sighed heavily and looked up at him with tears in your eyes, the grief kicking back in since Thor had invited it. "He's infected, Thor. There are only two outcomes. Either he dies, or turns," you kept your words blunt, so your meaning could not be misinterpreted. One tear spilled from your eyes, another, before you wiped them away roughly with the back of one blood-crusted hand. You were a disgusting, injured, mess, but you weren't going to leave Loki's side until you were forced to, or you were sure he was going to make it through. "So let me do what I can to save him from death,"

"Will it truly harm me if I stay?" he asked with such pain in his voice. He didn't want to leave his brother in this state.

You thought it over, but finally shook your head. "It won't hurt you, but might not be...pleasant," you finally said. He nodded.

Thor came over and kissed the top of your head. "He loves you too, Lady Wolf. Do your magic. I will stand guard,"

You nodded, accepting his decision to stay. "Thank you, for everything." He gave another pained look to his brother, heartbroken to see Loki in such a state, before he took a couple of steps back, standing in the door way so he could watch you and for threats at the same time.

You took Loki's hand in yours, focused your mind not on the present, not on his wounds, but on your Loki and your love for him, your happiness with him, the fun times you'd had, the love in your life since you'd moved in with the Avengers.

With love and peace in your heart, you began to sing.