Chapter 28
Loki woke to a knock on the door. "H-hello?" He yawned. Last night was a little fuzzy, but there was a warm spot in the bed next to him to confirm that Sif had indeed spent the night. He couldn't help feeling a little proud to have had a maiden in his bed even if they'd done nothing but snuggle and sleep.
The mind healer entered, a chipper contrast to his patient who was still rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Good morning Loki!" He chirped, "Did you forget you had an appointment this morning?"
Loki scrambled out from under the covers sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah I did."
"Anything in particular on your mind?" The mind healer was giving him an odd look. Loki followed his gaze to his arm. Which was still bandaged. He facepalmed.
"That's not what it looks like! I had a seizure last night and didn't make it to an open space in time and was too tired to heal myself afterwards."
"I see." The mind healer didn't believe him. Loki could see it in his eyes.
"I'm telling the truth! It was an accident!"
"I'm sure it was." The soothing tone was only getting under Loki's skin more. "It's perfectly understandable to have these kind of accidents when you're in the situation that you are. Why don't you tell me…"
"For fuck's sake, he didn't do it to himself." Sif emerged from the bathroom, arms crossed. "I was with him when it happened. We were fooling around in the gardens and didn't catch the seizure coming on in time and he hit the corner of a bench flailing about. He tried to heal it as soon as he realized he was hurt." The annoyed look slipped away as she wrapped an arm around his waist and pecked him on the cheek. "How's it feel, healed yet?"
He cut the bandages off with an effortless spell. The inner layer of gauze was bloody, but his skin unblemished. He grinned despite his irritation, turning to Sif and pointedly ignoring the glaring healer. "See? You worry too much. I told you a scrape like that would heal by morning even without help."
"Fine. I'll keep it in mind that your knowledge of your own magic is infallible even when you're too tired to use it and nodding off on my shoulder." She told him a little sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Now who's this guy?" She eyed the healer distastefully.
Loki repressed the urge to laugh at her protective reaction. "This is the mind healer my parents found. I forgot he was going to be coming by this morning."
She raised an eyebrow skeptically, looking the man up and down. "I see."
The mind healer straightened his clothes primly. "Precisely. Now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, miss, patient confidentiality and all…"
"That's okay." Loki interrupted, "She can stay if she wants to. I don't mind my girlfriend knowing the workings of my mind."
Sif jumped up on the bed, removing her collection of knives to sit more comfortably and shooting the intruder a feral grin behind her boyfriend's back as she started finger combing his mussed hair. "Yeah, he'd just tell me all about it afterward anyway. Besides, I need a day off from the training yards once in a while."
"Well. Right then." The mind healer seemed a little flustered, and Loki wondered what Sif had done behind his back. "It's, uh, good to see that you're cultivating relationships. You said you had another seizure? Would you like to talk about what you saw this time?"
Loki's shoulders slumped. "I suppose we should."