Loki shall make a conscious appearance in the next chapter
I write small chapters, thats just how I roll. Sorry for the inconvinience
Inching closer, you never peel your eyes off the intruder. Oh my goodness, is he ever handsome. Such fair skin and dark, raven hair...OK wait a minute! Do not think these things about a man who appeared out of nowhere ! Well, maybe not just nowhere: his armour reminds you of Thor's . So then...he's from Asgard? Possible, but then why is he not with Thor or even on his own planet instead of beaten and bruised and unconscious sprawled over the bed! YOUR! BED! Man you just wanted to push the sucker off to the floor and sleep, but that's not very nice, is it. Well neither is breaking-in-and-entering!
Pushing aside the little argument with yourself, you pull the First Aid kit out of your closet, and a blanket too.
You've patched up wounds before (on Natasha mostly; like hell she was going to let one of the guys do it) so you pull up a chair next to the bedside and take out the disinfectant and a face cloth. You carefully clean all the gashing wounds, clearly fresh, on his face. This guy seriously took a beating. Even unconscious he looks to be in pain. 'Why aren't you more afraid, you fool? Why are you helping him?' Your thoughts nagged at you, but you couldn't come up with an answer.
Blood oozed from underneath his armour, so you cautiously take off everything on his top half. Already, his breathing is easier with that weight gone. Sure enough, there is a big wound across his chest, from his right shoulder down to his belly button. You aren't familiar with putting in stitches so instead you settle for medical tape, closing the gash after disinfecting.
You sit back a moment, steadying your shaking hands. Though it's not because you are scared, but you just wanted to be gentle with him. 'Why, why' ?! He's quite skinny but not frail, he did have some muscle. You find yourself blushing at his half-nakedness, even though it's a bit silly-it's not like anyone is watching you scan him!
You bring a delicate hand over his torso, and touch his cool skin (it's so soft!). You run your fingers along the side of the now-closed wound , careful to not touch it but nothing prepared you for his hand flying up and gripping your wrist in a constricting hold.
You let out a shriek, surprised by his activity. Strangely he was...still unconscious? Ah, his body is on some sort of adrenaline self-defense mode, even if he isn't awake. You wince at the pain in your wrist, but realize that he sure as hell isn't letting go any time soon.
After taking a minute to calm your heart down and breathe normally you rest your head on the bed, over your free arm. Your eyes do not stop scanning him. Somehow, you do not fear him. Maybe it's only because he is not awake but...well...he just seemed alright! It was just a feeling you had inside. It's almost as if you've met before.
Your adrenaline slowly faded, and that tired feeling was back to bother you. Your eyelids didn't have the strength to resist closing..and within minutes you're out cold, his hand still gripping your wrist.