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Loki was often sick as a child whether its by something he ate, the weather or an injury. Even today he still falls ill so easily but he tends to hide it more.
Loki grunted quietly as he sat up in his bed, the sheets feelings
clammy and far too warm for his liking so he simply kicked them off before he flopped back onto the bed, his hair sprawled out around him like a raven halo.
The sky was the typical grey and muggy appearance England was known for threatening a downpour of rain which only made the inside of the small flat Loki was living in all the muggier and humid.
"Norns.." Loki muttered quietly when he heard a knock on the flat door but he didn't bother getting up out of the bed as he figured they would simply leave if he didn't respond. The god closed his eyes, drawing in a shaky breathe as he felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
The knocking didn't seem to cease but only grew frantic as the sound of rain hitting the window brought him back to reality though he still ignored the knocks; far too sick and tired to even bother.
