Try Injured!LokixReader

Try Injured!LokixReader

The frozen white expanse of Jotunheim might have seemed like a winter wonderland to a select few Midgardians, but to the disgraced Asgardian prince stumbling through the snowy nothingness, it was Hel.

Loki was only clad in his usual ornate armor which did nothing to keep out the biting chill. But the cold didn’t bother him. Much.

Loki had been wandering through Jotunheim for almost a week and he was positive he had never hated his birth home more. At that moment if there was anyone Loki absolutely hated, it was Odin. After all, it was Odin’s fault that Loki was in Jotunheim in the first place.

Odin had given Loki a quest. Upon completion, several unsavory things would be erased from Loki’s past. The quest should have been simple enough: find an ancient relic that had been stolen by the frost giants eons ago and return it to its rightful place in Asgard’s treasure room.

Loki made a deal with himself that if he could find one more ice cave, search it, and still came up with nothing, he would go home. However, even with the modified deal in his mind, Loki was sure he would be walking through Jotunheim until he died of exhaustion.

A sudden gust of wind slammed against Loki and forced him sideways. When Loki looked up again, the dark yawning maw of a cavern was not five yards from him. Relieved to have a respite from the wind, cold, and snow, Loki quickly hurried into the shelter of the cave.

He had only been standing inside a moment before he had the niggling feeling that he should go deeper into the cave. Loki followed the twists and turns of a tunnel branch until it broadened into a large room. And there, directly in the center of the room, stood a stone pedestal. Out of plain curiosity, Loki stalked closer to the pedestal.

Loki smiled to himself.

He had found Odin’s relic, but where were the guards?

A soft grinding sound rumbled behind Loki.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Asgardian.” One frost giant growled.

Oh. There they were.

~*~

Things were slow in Asgard’s healing room and you were bored out of your mind.
You had already folded bandages, checked all the healing machinery, and restocked the fluid painkillers.

Luckily for you, things were about to get more interesting…

Just as you settled yourself into a chair to wait out the rest of your shift, the doors to the healing room burst open and in stumbled the dark prince of Asgard.

“Are you just going to stand there gaping or are you going to do your job?” Loki snapped, limping over to the nearest seat.

“What happened to you?” You asked, grabbing bandages and several liquid painkillers, guessing incorrectly that Loki had been wounded while training with someone.

“That is none of your concern.” Loki snarled. You bowed your head in acknowledgment and started assessing Loki’s wounds.

“I need you to take off your armor.” You said. You expected some snarky retort but Loki just looked at you.

“You expect me, a wounded prince, to take off my armor by myself?”

When you were sure Loki wasn’t looking, you rolled your eyes. Not wasting any time, you began unbuckling Loki’s armor.

“I’m going to take off your shirt.” You said. You weren’t asking for Loki’s permission so he kept silent.

It wasn’t until Loki’s bloody green undershirt was removed that the extent of his wounds was revealed. Loki’s right side was still oozing blood and looked like minced hamburger while his shoulder had what you were sure was bone partially visible.

In his state, you were impressed he could even stand. A mortal would be dead from blood loss. Any other god would be on the ground in pain or unconscious.

You tentatively prodded the flesh around Loki’s shoulder wound and heard his sharp intake of breath.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?”

“Seven.” Loki hissed through clenched teeth.

“Would you like anything to dull the pain?”

“Just get on with it!” Loki ordered.

“As you wish.”

You weren’t particularly gentle with the fallen prince as you healed his wounds but if he didn’t want painkillers, there was nothing you could do about it.

Finally, you finished wrapping Loki’s shoulder with clean bandages.

“There. All done.” You said. Loki got to his feet shakily.

“You’ll need to have those bandages changed daily and let the head healer check on your wounds in a day or so.” You said.

“I appreciate this.” Loki murmured.

You smiled, knowing that was as close as Loki ever got to a thank you.

“Not that I mind seeing you shirtless or anything, but try to be more careful next time.” You advised.

“I will try.” Loki promised with a ghost of a smile as he disappeared from the healing room.

~Fin~