"Oh, yeah, that doesn't look good," Tony made a face, talking about... the contents of the bucket. Ugh. He would get Dum-E to clean it up when it came to that. He was sure the robot could deal with at least that. He hoped so at least. He didn't comment on Loki saying that he never slept well though it piqued his interest. Better to not pry into other's businesses. Anyway, this was Loki. He really didn't want to know. They could possibly have the same thing, nightmares, but why would Loki have nightmares? He thought everything he did was justified. Then again so did Tony and he still felt guilt about all the Chitauri deaths he cause.

"Painkillers, I'll get them right away," Tony nodded with a frown. Loki definitely wasn't in a good way, Tony knew that. He should get JARVIS to look up what to do in the case of a fever. That might help. He was sure, though, that Loki wasn't going to die. It actually sounded similar to something like the flu. Just with a bit more actual puking. But the fever, headache and cough definitely were symptoms of the flu. Then again Tony wasn't sure. If it was that it shouldn't be too long for Loki to get better. He'd just have to wait and see and have JARVIS continue to watch. To make sure Loki didn't get worse and didn't try to kill him when he got better. "And I'm sure he is..." Tony tilted his head, dark eyes watching Loki carefully. "I'll just be back in a minute." He winced slightly at Loki's exclamation of pain related to his headache and slipped out of the room. He ended up having to ask JARVIS where all the medicine was as he, quite frankly, couldn't care less most of the time. When he was ill he just moped around and felt sorry for himself with Pepper often ending up being the one taking care of him. And he never took care of anyone. Well never had before. He grabbed a packet of paracetamol, heading back.

"The recommended adult does is two pills, take however many you think will work for you," Tony handed over a sheet of the pills for Loki to pop out. After all Loki wasn't exactly human so Tony had no idea exactly how many he had to take. "They should help with the headache and lower your temperature." He glanced over Loki again, trying to discern more and remember what to do when someone was ill. This was going so incredibly well. So very well. He was very helpful. Looking thoughtful Tony headed into the en suite bathroom and returned with a damp cloth in his hand, He kind of hovered next to the bed, holding it and just looking at Loki before awkwardly holding it out. "Eh, put this on your forehead, it will help, I think." He shifted slightly. "Now, if you want anything to keep you entertained while you can't sleep... A book or something, I can do that. When you feel a bit better you can probably move to the livingroom and lie on the couch. There's more to do there." He cut himself off. No need to say any more, Loki probably just wanted to be left in peace again to lie on a nice comfortable bed and pity himself.

"Sir, Director Fury is calling."

Tony froze, glancing at Loki before he answered quickly. "Tell him that I am still sleeping."

"Of course, sir."