Loki didn't sleep the rest of the night, he kept tossing and turning finally he decided to give up and just stay awake. By the time morning hit he was feeling a lot worse, though he hid it not wanting to be an inconvenience for her. He could take care of himself, he sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around his form. "This sucks.." He muttered to himself, "figures I'd get sick." Loki sat back in the couch wondering what he was going to do now, he needed to figure something out as he was going to be on Earth for a while. Well until someone comes and drags him back home.