You can't fix this!

Not Valhalla

Bright white light hurt his eyes "Valhalla?" Loki mentally questioned himself while his unwounded eye adjusted to the fluorescent lights. Realizing his other eye wouldn't open he sighed closing his eye again. "As if I were that lucky." He wryly mocked himself before opening it again to scan his surroundings.

He was in the medical level for what he could see. His clothes had been replaced by a white hospital gown, his broken arm had been set right and plastered and his wounds taken care off. As he raised his uninjured arm to touch his wounded eye he noticed an IV strapped to it. Sighing he turn his head right and noticed Steve asleep by his side. He was sitting on a stool for what he could guess while his head and arms rested on the bed. Even asleep he had a worried frown on his face.

Loki sighed again, he hadn't expected Tony to be by his side when he woke up; to say the truth he didn't expected to wake up at all.

"Steve?" He called for him in a low tone.

A drowsy startled voice answered him back "Loki?" The frown disappeared into a relief smile. "You are awake."

"I'm guessing thanks to you." Loki dryly pointed out; although he had tried to hide it the bitterness in his tone betrayed his true feelings.

"I'm sorry." Steve blurted out as he down casted his eyes ashamed.

"For...?" Loki asked intrigued by Steve's demeanor.

"I should've .... I hesitated ... I shouldn't have ... he broke your arm." Steve raised his glistering eyes to meet Loki. "I'm sorry."

Loki frowned confused while he studied Steve's face. Why would he feel guilty? "It wasn't your fault." He finally told him.

"It is" Steve insisted. "I should've noticed sooner. I'm your leader, I'm supposed to take care of you all. Loki, I don't understand. Why?" Steve looked extremely worried, tears threatening to pour out of his misty eyes.

"It's not about my wounds." Loki suddenly realized. He grunted displeased. How could he have forgotten? The glamour ... it had faded away."

"I'm not your responsibility." Loki snapped angrily. "And if you are going to lecture me ..."

"Stop it!" Steve raised his voice as he stood up. "I understand now you have a death wish and ..." He bit his lower lip hard. "I stood in your way. And I will do it again, so you'd better ..." He stared at him defiantly.

Loki interrupted him hissing vexed "You .... you arrogant mortal. You think you can stop me?" He tried to sit up but the effort lighted his body in pain.

Steve rushed to his side and help him lay down again as Loki coughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to upset you." He sounded alarmed.

Loki sighed as his body was laid down carefully. Without the extra glamour he could notice just how thin he was. "Does he know?" He simply asked trying to sound uninterested.

"Tony? No. He ... cut off communications, and ... I really don't know. I don't think he has come back. Jarvis?" Steve asked feeling uncertain.

"Mr Stark is currently out of reach and he's not monitoring the mansion." Jarvis replied nonchalant.

"At least that's something." Loki replied somehow relieved.

Steve looked back at him confused. "He doesn't? But how? Doesn't he ...?"

"It's not of your business." Loki snapped back cutting Steve's' questioning.

Steve's fists turned white, he was squeezing them very hard trying to yell at Loki again. He closed his eyes as he mustered all the calmness he could as he asked: "Then why don't you just heal yourself so I can stop being such a nuisance to you." When he opened his eyes again Loki could see anger, but also pain, even sorrow. He felt guilty, Steve was trying to help him, he had saved his life and he was behaving like an ungrateful bastard.