Loki was still holding the bucket. He was pale and threw up more. "Vile stomach." he hissed. The god looked digusted a bit. He didn't like throwing up. He doubted anybody did. He was shaking, he wasn't aware that Tony walked in till he looked up.
He coughed a bit. "Yeah I'm awake, stupid stomach." He was looking pale still. "But that and I never sleep well." he was looking at Tony, he was sure he could see evidence of a restless sleep on Tony's face. But he decided to not ask. 

The god doubted Tony would want to talk about it. Loki knew Tony didn't even like him. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about all that. He groaned a bit. His head still spinning. He was drinking the water. He had been through so much as well, he had his own nightmares, but normally they were about everything he had done, he regretted it all. He had nightmares that he would be alone. He also had bad dreams that he had gone to far and killed his brother. He did really hate Thor , but he didn't want to kill his brother. He knew that he would regret it forever if he ever killed him. He had been so close to killing his brother sometimes. Thor was still his brother despite it all. Even if Thor was an idiot.
"Painkiller be great," he knew that his head was hurting him even more now. He wanted that pain to go away. Loki hoped that Thor wouldn't show up. He knew that his stupid brother was bound to be looking for him.

Sighing Loki leaned back against the pillows "Suppose my stupid brother will be looking for me," he knew deep down that Thor only worried because he cared. But he was still too angry with Thor to want to let him.
He knew he wanted somebody to care though. But he was often too angry to admit that. Loki coughed more and curled up. He needed to try and relax. He gasped weakly. Loki kept shaking, he wondered if part of him wanted his brother to find him.

Loki was looking at Tony. "Ohhh my head," He groaned. He wondered what illness he had. He hoped it wouldn't kill him. But he really didn't feel that great. The god was hoping it was one of those normal illnesses that went away in a few days.

He knew that he was always hit bad when he was ill. But he was very ill now and he was sure that he hadn't been this ill in awhile. He had heard the AI earlier. He wondered if Tont relied on JARVIS all the time. It was still rather strange to him. He didn't have such things in Asgard. He was still confused by many things in Midgard, He was glad to at least be laying in a soft bed right now. He was breathing heavily.
His black hair was all messed up, he was all sweating and he lay a hand across his forehead. He closed his eyes again. He whimpered a bit as well.