Reluctantly Loki lets go of his hand so Clint can move about the space. He watches him every step of the way and listens for footsteps for the short time he is not in view. When Clint returns, Loki takes the towel and does his best to dab up the water himself. Luckily there isn't much on teh bed thanks to the human's fast reflexes.
He doesn't think anything of the request to raise his arms, but quickly finds it to be more difficult than it should. As soon as his shoulders begin to move more pain lances across his shoulders and up his neck. Gritting his teeth against another cry of pain, he holds the position for only as long as it takes to slip the shirt onto his arms. When they're lowered again Loki finds himself panting as if he'd just run several miles.
All he can do is nod at the assentation. He can't even lift his arms, much less walk. Magic is right out of the question, all his body's energy going to repairing the copious amounts of damage.
It's about what he figured. He doesn't know what happened, but he also doesn't want to ask and upset Loki further. Sure fucked Loki right the hell up and made Thor convinced he was dead, so it's not great, whatever happened to his body after getting choked out by apparently a really fucking huge guy.
"I'll make a point to get some straws, too. When you're feeling up for something more along the lines of moving, we'll get you into the bathtub, wash you up. It's not big, but it'll do. I'll help you up and around as you need. Guess that'll be most of my day's exercise; you're always heavier than you look."
Between the exhaustion and the comfort of Clint's shirt, the withering look Loki gives him lacks any bite. At least the effort is there. He settles back on the bed, grabbing the pen and paper again.
He's stuffed his incriminating gear in a box and slid under the bed. In Loki's condition, he'll have no ability to find it, much less reason.
There's only one bed, naturally, but there's no reason not to share it. It'll be a tight fit, and Loki could really use all the space he needs. But Clint very much doubts he'll mind.
He sits up in the bed beside Loki, trying to draw comfort for at least one person he loves in his life returning to him, even if under unusual circumstances. "Still a world that needs saving, even if it's a lot smaller than it was."
Clint's right. As soon as he gets into bed, Loki does his best to snuggle up next to him without aggrivating any of his injuries too much. A little pain is a fine trade off for the comfort of the other's touch, though.
Loki's condition also means his bullshit detector isn't working quite right at the moment, but that doesn't stop him from narrowing his eyes.
Clint barks out a tired laugh. "What retirement? I don't--I didn't have anything left to retire to. You think I wanted to be in that house by myself?" A shake of his head. "World's changed a lot. Plenty of people out there who want to take advantage of that."
The already shoddy quality of Loki's writing is noticeably worse now. What little he's done since waking up seems to have tired him out as well as a full day's work. He's still gripping the pen and paper, though, not wanting the conversation to end. It's been so long since he's had someone to talk to.
Loki's eyes snap open as Clint suggests he leave so he can rest. Ignoring the pain, he reaches out and pulls himself closer, head shaking frantically. It's pathetic, Clint will have to leave eventually, but right now he doesn't care. Maybe tomorrow he'll be able to stand it, but not tonight.
"Okay. Good, cuz I don't wanna leave, either. We'll take care of things later." He breathes out slow, trying to get himself back to calm. It isn't a dream, but it feels too good to be reality. To get back something that had been taken so unceremoniously. "Haven't...slept in the same bed as anyone in a while."
"Nothing you did. Not like you meant to just up and vanish through the rainbow bridge and leave me to man the fort myself." The joke is that Laura's the one who is the one who could be said to man anything in the family.
"We're gonna have to talk about what happened to you. At some point. Figuratively talk. Not now. We'll wait until you're stronger."
The grip on Clint's shirt tightens just a little as Loki gives a quick nod. Of course he would want to know what happened. Loki has a feeling it won't be the only time he has to explain, so it's probably best he start collecting his thoughts now.
Well, 'now' as in in the morning. Thinking isn't really happening right now.
"We can stay just like this. But might be more comfy if we lay you back down. To sleep, I mean. I don't want to exhaust you, for once." But he's sure slept in worse positions than sitting up in bed. "Could keep talking at you but I...don't know that I'm all that great company, right now."
Loki waggles his eyebrows, but the motion is somewhat aborted when he goes to lay back, the litany of pain as he moves causing him to wince. If he weren't so exhausted, he probably wouldn't sleep at all.
He would very much like to hear more of Clint's voice but...he gets that the man probably isn't in much of a talking mood right now. Instead he grabs the pen and paper one more time.
It's painful to watch Loki in pain, tries to help however he can. Clint isn't tired, not in the least, but...resting with someone he loves beside him might still help.
The request startles a little chuckle out of him. "Yeah? Okay, uh, gotta think of something..."
Something he knows by heart that he can sing without musical accompaniment that also isn't loud or exciting. Loki needs to rest. He doesn't need something to keep him up. He hums a few notes like trying to shake some dust off before: "Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby." He keeps an arm around Loki. "Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
It's clear Clint hasn't sung in a while, but Loki doesn't care. The soft rumble of his voice is just what he needs to take his mind off of the pain. He floats in that hazy space between conscious and unconscious, and for once it feel comforting rather than terrifying.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, one hand clutching Clint's as tightly as possible.
And it's hard to celebrate even this. Because he doesn't know what it means. Doesn't know if it's real. Doesn't know how to get them all back. But...one thing at a time.
Loki's hurting. And Clint has to put his plans on hold to see to it that Loki stops hurting.
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He doesn't think anything of the request to raise his arms, but quickly finds it to be more difficult than it should. As soon as his shoulders begin to move more pain lances across his shoulders and up his neck. Gritting his teeth against another cry of pain, he holds the position for only as long as it takes to slip the shirt onto his arms. When they're lowered again Loki finds himself panting as if he'd just run several miles.
All he can do is nod at the assentation. He can't even lift his arms, much less walk. Magic is right out of the question, all his body's energy going to repairing the copious amounts of damage.
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"I'll make a point to get some straws, too. When you're feeling up for something more along the lines of moving, we'll get you into the bathtub, wash you up. It's not big, but it'll do. I'll help you up and around as you need. Guess that'll be most of my day's exercise; you're always heavier than you look."
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Bath nice.
Why are you here?
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There's only one bed, naturally, but there's no reason not to share it. It'll be a tight fit, and Loki could really use all the space he needs. But Clint very much doubts he'll mind.
He sits up in the bed beside Loki, trying to draw comfort for at least one person he loves in his life returning to him, even if under unusual circumstances. "Still a world that needs saving, even if it's a lot smaller than it was."
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Loki's condition also means his bullshit detector isn't working quite right at the moment, but that doesn't stop him from narrowing his eyes.
Retirement?
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The already shoddy quality of Loki's writing is noticeably worse now. What little he's done since waking up seems to have tired him out as well as a full day's work. He's still gripping the pen and paper, though, not wanting the conversation to end. It's been so long since he's had someone to talk to.
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But maybe he shouldn't tire Loki out too much more. "Should I let you rest? Maybe pop out to get you something to eat?"
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He can't bend his head back too much, but enough that he's able to give Clint a sad smile and mouth 'Sorry.'
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"We're gonna have to talk about what happened to you. At some point. Figuratively talk. Not now. We'll wait until you're stronger."
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Well, 'now' as in in the morning. Thinking isn't really happening right now.
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He would very much like to hear more of Clint's voice but...he gets that the man probably isn't in much of a talking mood right now. Instead he grabs the pen and paper one more time.
Sing?
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The request startles a little chuckle out of him. "Yeah? Okay, uh, gotta think of something..."
Something he knows by heart that he can sing without musical accompaniment that also isn't loud or exciting. Loki needs to rest. He doesn't need something to keep him up. He hums a few notes like trying to shake some dust off before: "Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby." He keeps an arm around Loki. "Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."
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It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, one hand clutching Clint's as tightly as possible.
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And it's hard to celebrate even this. Because he doesn't know what it means. Doesn't know if it's real. Doesn't know how to get them all back. But...one thing at a time.
Loki's hurting. And Clint has to put his plans on hold to see to it that Loki stops hurting.