Loki was looking at him, he felt rather weak and slow. He knew that he probably could barely get up out of bed, He knew that Thor always saw the good in him, deep down he thought that was nice, but he did act more like it annoyed him. Often it was in between really.
Hearing that Thor didn't sleep out of worry. Loki looked at him. He didn't want Thor to worry that much really. He knew Thor just cared about him,. Part of him wanted to snap at Thor and say it was his own fault for upsetting him.

"Brother... you worry too much," Was all that came out of his mouth. He knew how much his brother cared about him. He knew that Thor would never stop caring really. He was feeling so sicj and lay against Thor again after he put his bucket down. Hearing Thor speak about mother and seeing his brother try to fight back tears, he sighed, He wondered why Thor had to try and hide that, There wasn't anything wrong with crying, Loki had always been more emotional than Thor , but he didn't like it when Thor would hold back on crying. "Its ok to cry Thor." He knew holding in emotions wasn't good. 
He knew that Thor would try remain strong for him. He shivered and coughed, tears falling down his pale face. Loki looked a wreck. Thor could always comfort him when he felt miserable. IT had been awhile since he let Thor do so.

"It sure feels like it, has always felt like it, I just never thought I was never his true son, until I found out." Loki alway felt like Odin loved him less. He knew Odin had been busy getting Thor ready to be king and such. But Loki had always felt left out. He was sure that after all he had done that his realtionship with Odin was ruined. He didn't think he cared though. Even with thier mother gone, He doubted Odin would have been a better father to him even if he hadn't done what he had done.
He knew he would need Thor alot more now. He had no other family to turn to.
He didn't think he would find anywhere he belonged "Oh I don't think so Thor. I am sure all the realms hate me." He knew he had really ruined his own chances at happiness to. 

Loki coughed and lay a hand across his stomach "Its alright... I do get hit bad when ill, but it has been awhile," He mumbled. He just hoped that it wasn't anything too serious. He knew Thor would worry too much as it was. He hoped that Tony would get some sleep as well instead of working on the suits all night "I'd have died without Tony I am sure, I couldn't get anybodt else to help and I was so sick I couldn't walk further, I'm still no better."
He choked on his words as he cried more. He was so sure he would have been dead. His body was so weak, He just hoped he wasn't dying now though. He seemed to doubt it though.