Thor sighed heavily when he knocked on the door. "I do not want to see my brother kissing..." Thor grumbled at you both as you looked over at him. You rolled your eyes and sat up where you'd been reclining against the pillows, wrapped in Loki's arms.
"Geez, Thor, since when are you a prude? Hel, I caught you with your hand up maids' skirts barely hidden in an alcove more times than I can count... Plus that time with Lady Sif..." you teased. "We were just kissing," Thor glared and grumbled while Loki laughed.
"I still do not wish to see my baby brother in such a situation," he grumbled. You stood from the bed, though to go talk to him properly.
"I have never been caught in such compromisings situations as you, brother dear," Loki commented too innocently. Thor glared.
"I have stories I can tell your lady as well," Thor threatened. Loki blanched and held up his hands in surrender. You would have to find out what those stories were later. "You two seem to have reconciled quickly..."
"We lost 900 years, Thunderhead," you reminded him. "And... not that it's any of your business, mind, but after we discussed things, well, our relationship fell back into place like nothing changed." Loki joined you at the doorway, his arm automatically around your shoulders, possessive and protective, though you were the bodyguard. Thor looked like he wanted to say more, but seemed to realize that now wasn't the time. "So, what did Fury say?" you asked innocently. You usually took the innocent approach. Loki was bad at it and no one believed him when he tried it. They just assumed he was guilty anyway.
"He is letting you both stay," Thor told you. He didn't quite believe the innocent act either, but wasn't calling you on it. "We are announcing Loki is joining the team at a press conference tomorrow. I have to warn you both and I don't want to hear that you aren't children, I know. Fury also gave us a warning that if you can't behave or cause trouble, the world security council will lock you away and there is nothing any of us can do about it,"
"We're not stupid, Thor," you told him quickly. "Nor are we children," you grumbled.
"I know you're not," Thor told you, exasperated. "But the public does not trust Loki, for valid, if incorrect reasons. Father sent him here to make amends. For now, stay out of the spotlight," Thor suggested. You knew it was an order and Loki did too.
Before you could complain more about the unfair treatment, you had both been drafted after all, the alarm went off throughout the tower. You summoned your battle armor in an instant. Thor use Mjolnir to do the same. Loki started to do the same, but Thor pointed Mjolnir at him. "Not you, brother. Not yet. Stay here," Loki was still on house arrest. Loki looked at you, horrified.
"Kyrie, no," he said softly, reaching for your arm, to hold you here, to keep you safe. You leaned up and kissed him.
"I'll be fine, love," you promised him. "I've been out on plenty of missions before." He hadn't seemed to worry over the last month when you'd gotten called out. He had been hiding his feelings well, too focused on his hurt feelings it had seemed to focus on your wellbeing. "And I'll keep your idiot brother safe,"
"He better keep you safe," Loki grumbled. You smiled and kissed him again.
"Despite all I have survived, my prince still worries over me," you told him softly with a warm smile.
He gave you a small smile in return. "It's only because I worry over you that you have survived," he replied. You'd heard the words between Odin and Frigga all of your lives, though 'my prince' was replaced by 'my queen' in their version. After all these years, Loki still had Frigga's tone and mannerisms down in the words. Of course he did. He adored his Mother.
"Come on, Kyrie," Thor told you impatiently.
"Take care of my Valkyrie, brother," Loki threatened again.
"Your lady is safe in my care," Thor replied, yet again.
"Would one of you two boys remember that I'm the bodyguard here?" you growled and stomped past both of them to the elevator.
*
You were limping, using Thor as a crutch when you stepped off of the elevator onto the main floor of the tower after the battle. You were all worse for the wear. Everyone was injured and you actually got off pretty lightly. Thor was the least injured, only because you'd healed him during the battle, perks of your duty being honor bound to his family. He got first dibs on healing after Loki.
Loki was in the living room, reading while pretending he wasn't waiting anxiously for the team to return. He looked up from his book and rushed over when he saw you. You pushed off of Thor to stand on your own. "Kyrie!" his voice was pained as he looked over your injuries, but quickly turned to anger when he glared at Thor. "You. You witless oaf. You were supposed to protect her," he had a dagger in his hand, at Thor's throat.
You sighed in exasperation and quickly disarmed Loki, taking his dagger and vanishing it. He glared and summoned another one. You took that one too. "Darling, I can do this all day. It's not Thor's fault. Everyone got injured on that attack. Now, will you kindly help me heal them and stop trying to kill your idiot brother? Sorry, Thunderhead," you added quickly.
He shrugged. "I'll accept it. This time. You were injured keeping that thing from smashing my head in," you sighed and took yet another dagger from Loki.
"Stop upsetting your brother," you scolded Thor. You took Loki's hand. "Stop trying to kill Thor. Help me heal our teammates," you reminded the stubborn god. Neither of you had strong enough healing on your own to deal with more than a cut or scrape, but together...
"Very well. Then you are letting me tend to you," he told you firmly. You nodded and you turned to the team.
"Hold still," you told them. They looked wary, but you saw Thor nod his approval. With skill gained of long practice, you and Loki combined your power and spread your healing throughout the team. Cuts resealed themselves, bruises faded, broken bones repaired, Cap's cracked rib repaired itself, the bullet wound Clint had taken healed, Tony's concussion was gone.
It only took a couple minute before they were all healed. You dropped Loki's hand, breaking the connection between your magics. "I didn't know you could do that," Nat said in awe. You used magic to change into your pajamas, wanting to be comfortable before Loki fixed you up.
"I can't, not alone," you told her and started to explain how you could only manage minor healing on your own. You shrieked an instant later when you found yourself folded over Loki's shoulder. "Loki!" you protested.
"You were stalling," he told you unapologetically. "Where are the medical supplies?" he asked the team pleasantly, formally. He was reserved around them, though perfectly open and friendly toward you, and sometimes Thor. When he wasn't actively trying to stab Thor.
"Lohk, you know I'll heal by morning," you grumbled, embarrassed at your current predicament.
"Hush, darling. You promised," he told you gently.
"That is the only reason I'm not stabbing you," you grumbled.
"I'll get the first aid kit," Nat told Loki. He inclined his head and thanked her. He carried you over to your couch and set you down gently. Nat handed him the first aid kit a moment later.
"Thank you, Lady Natasha," he repeated as he opened it. You sat still and let him close the cut on your head with a butterfly bandage. It would heal quickly. Probably before morning. He knelt in front of you and propped your injured ankle up on his knee. He probed it with magic. "Thank the heavens it's just bruised," he told you. His hand shimmered to Jotun, though he hid it from the others. You moaned in relief when he placed his blue hand on your swollen ankle. He smirked up at you and you saw the wicked comment on the tip of his silver tongue.
"Not one word, Trickster," you warned him. His smirk turned into a grin, but he silently returned to the task of bandaging your ankle.
"Is that everything?" he asked politely. He could use magic to find out.
"There's just another bruise," you answered, honestly. He would spot a lie. He gave you a look. He wasn't going to leave it alone until you showed him. You sighed and lifted your shirt so he could see the giant ugly purple bruise on your ribs. "It's just a bruise," you insisted. He placed his cold hand against said bruise. You winced, but the glimmer of his magic eased the pain for a moment.
"That, my darling, is a cracked rib, not a bruise," he told you dryly.
"Is it?" you asked too innocently. He glared. He didn't like it at all when you downplayed your injuries. He never had. "It'll heal by morning," you reminded him firmly before he could worry too much.
"My duty is to care for you," he reminded you just as firmly, though he softened it by kissing your forehead.
"Y/N, are you going to be able to go to the press conference tomorrow?" Cap asked. He saw how injured you were now, especially since you were just now pulling your shirt back down over the bruise.
"I will. I heal fast. I'll be fine by morning," you told him just as firmly as you told Loki. You turned to Loki. "Don't worry, Lohk, I won't make you face the mortals alone,"
"That is the least of my worries," Loki told you as he dug through the first aid kit.
"Are you looking for these?" Nat asked as she came over, holding a bottle marked in runes as well as English. "These are the only pain meds we've found so far that work on Thor," she explained.
"That is exactly what I was looking for," Loki replied with a warm smile for Nat. It was rare to see him be so warm and open to relative strangers.
"No way. Those things knock me out," you protested to them both. You'd had to take them after a nasty wound shortly after you'd joined the team and didn't want to repeat the experience. "It doesn't hurt that bad," you insisted. Loki gave you a look and touched your side. You winced and hissed automatically at the pain. He wordlessly read the runes on the bottle and passed you two of the pills and a glass of water. You hesitated, hating being knocked out by anything, especially drugs. It was hard to give up control like that. Especially when the pain wasn't that bad. Especially when the team, though they were opening up, were still mostly relative strangers.
Loki moved closer to you on the couch, tucked your hair back behind your ear. "Trust in your prince, little Valkyrie. You are in my care," his lips were against your ear as he whispered the words.
"Fine," you said softly, tired of arguing, just... tired. The battle had been long and you were injured and in pain, so you took the stupid meds that would drive the pain away. The meds kicked in before you finished sipping on the glass of water. Loki managed to take it from you before you dropped it. The pain had vanished, but so did your ability to brain or function. Your eyes were too heavy. "Loki," you mewed softly. You hated being like this in front of the others, but it was so very hard to stay awake.
"I know, darling, I know. I'm here, you're safe," his voice was warm and gentle. He stood and lifted you off of the couch into his arms. You managed to wrap your arms around his neck while you laid your head on his shoulder. You made a small soft noise, a whimper. You were both vulnerable if you were out of comission. You couldn't- couldn't leave him undefended. "Hush, love. Everything is alright. We're safe. Your duty is done. Time to rest in the nice shielded bedroom,"
He tucked you carefully into the soft bed and kissed your forehead. You had lost the time between him picking you up and arriving at the bed. Had he walked, or teleported? You couldn't be sure. "Rest, my little Valkyrie. I will be here when you wake,"