death&disease: With added sprigs of mistletoe

[believeinthis]

Loki had been busy.

In truth, he was always busy and sometimes, every now and then, he took a moment to feel sadness for that. For as long as humans sinned, he would be around to bring about Judgement.

He didn't question his Father's Orders, nor did he shy away from a job. But lately? Lately he was busier than usual. Not because people were sinning

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[apoxuponyou]

Pestilence had been thinking about dinner, debating whether Loki ever actually ate anything or wanted to drink French red wine

[apoxuponyou]

Satisfied that they were hidden - for now - Pes stumbled back to Loki and crashed to the floor beside him, hands planted on his cheeks.

"Feathers? Hey, you hearing me?"

[believeinthis]

"Loud and clear." Loki returned, close to pointing out his ears hadn't been impaired in any way. But that comment never made it past his lips. It hurt like it should, but he was already starting to heal himself. It didn't stop him reaching out for her wrists, fingers gripping tight around them though he knew it would hurt at first. Letting his Grace out he healed her too, eyes never leaving her face.

[apoxuponyou]

Pestilence gasped, white-hot pain shooting up her arms.

But it was chased by the warmth of Loki's Grace, as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, settling in to the knife wounds and bruises.

"Easy, feathers. We aren't all made of angel."

[believeinthis]

"Lucky." Loki coughed out and finally released her wrists once he was done.

"That... blade. Shouldn't be down here."

[apoxuponyou]

The worst of the wounds chased away, Pestilence let her hands fall from his face, feeling completely exhausted.

"You should go deal with that."

She closed her eyes. "Give me a minute."

[believeinthis]

As much as he disliked admitting it, the words were out of his mouth, the truth spilling from them because he didn't know how to be any other way.

"I will need more than a minute."

[apoxuponyou]

Pestilence brought her hand back to his cheek, caressing gently with her fingers.

"As long as you need."

She tried to smile. "It's not like I'm the one with the hero complex. Saving this, saving that."

[believeinthis]

Taking a few moments to try and put himself back together faster, Loki took in a deep breath he shouldn't need and pushed out the question he needed the answer to.

"What happened?"

[apoxuponyou]

Pes looked away, uneasy. She hated the fact she'd been unable to defend herself - and had led Loki into a trap.

"Oh, guys in the apartment. Broke some stuff. Surprise trip to Paris. You know how it is."

[believeinthis]

"You will have to relocate." Loki decided suddenly, not seeming to be giving Pes an option. He wasn't happy with how easy she was to find, or overpower.

[apoxuponyou]

Finally, Pes mustered a genuine smile.

"You going to come house-hunting with me?"

She leant her head against his chest, trying to wrap herself in feeling of his Grace.

"Though I can take care of myself."

[believeinthis]

"Not a chance." Loki returned, a weak laugh breaking free from his lips. He was recharging, but that didn't mean he couldn't refuse to be forced into anything so domesticated.

[apoxuponyou]

Pes smiled, her hands coming up to smooth over Loki's armour, before she slid them beneath his breastplate and his tunic.

"Mm...you're warm."

[believeinthis]

Finding a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite everything, Loki lifted his head and took a good look at Pes.

"It's my Grace." Not blood pulsing around his vessel. His Grace was trying to heal it as fast as it could.

[apoxuponyou]

"I know that," Pes said with fond exasperation.

"It feels like you."

She realised she was in danger of turning into a total sap - and, for once, didn't seem to care.

"Thanks. For, y'know, charging in to rescue me."