Loki's point of view
I had never seen someone quite like her. She was shivering horribly, her eyes shut in an intriguing pain, and when I reached forward to touch her I could feel the heat radiating from her flesh.
'This is odd…" I thought. Don't most mortals feel the same as my brother? Only slightly warm to the touch? Not this burning, pulsing temperature of this mortal? What was more is that she was leaning into the coldness of my hand, something no one has ever done before.
"Are you feeling ill?" I asked, truly concerned with how pale she had become, catching the glass as it slipped from her trembling hands, setting it on the counter next to her and cupping her face gently in my hands. "Shall I call for a medic?" I lifted her face to stare gently into her (e/c) eyes, my eyebrows raising in concern as he lashes fluttered apart and leaned my forehead to hers.
"I-I'll be fine… it's just a working fever… I just need some medicine and sleep… if only today was Wednesday…" (y/n) sighed, her eyes staring into mine, a soft blush creeping across her cheeks and shut her eyes. Why was that blush so damn adorable? I'd seen her face turn this shade while she was at that school, but this time was different. She didn't look upset like she had then. When she was at school she had looked confident and now, now she looked weak, and pathetic. Two things I hated, and yet, this made her more endeared to me.
"Today is Wednesday. What does it matter?" I rubbed my thumbs gently over her cheeks.
"S-seriously?" she questioned, her eyes flying open and oh how they lit up as I nodded my head.
"Yes, today is Wednesday. What does it matter?" I tilt my head slightly.
"Awesomeness… I don't have class today! Meaning…" she broke away from my hold, stumbling into the bath room and slamming the door shut in my face.
"(Y/n)?" I called, tapping lightly on the door.
"I'm good, just leave me alone please." She called. I did as she asked and took a seat in the kitchen with a straight line of sight to the door she was behind.