"It is worth trying again, is it not?" Thor replied softly, watching his brother carefully and in a rather concerned manner. If Loki couldn't sleep then he would struggle to gain back his lost sleep. Thor gently put his arms around Loki as he lay his head on him. "I will be here for the whole night. Hopefully that will help." He wasn't sure, it did depend whether it was the illness or bad dreams preventing Loki from sleeping. Thor could help with the bad dreams, hopefully, by being there but not so much his illness. But he wouldn't leave his brother's side, even if it meant not getting any sleep himself. He would sleep in the morning when Tony awoke and could keep his brother company for a while.

Tony's sleep had gone from being a rather deep, dreamless on to more restless, causing him to turn constantly in his sleep with his covers twisting around him. He whimpered slightly as nightmares began to form again. He had been asleep for a while peaceful but it had not, of course, lasted all that long. The dreams were the same as always; the battle of New York, him almost dying, killing all the Chitauri. But he did not wake when he normally did and instead it cast him back to Afghanistan. All the soldiers being killed to protect him when the terrorists came to kidnap him, under Obadiah's orders. Being ordered to build the new weapon, having found out the only thing keeping him alive was a thing in his chest. He had made the first Iron Man suit and got out. But not without casualties. He saw the man who helped him dying before his eyes, urging him to go on. Tony remembered it all too well. It was painful. Because he, in a way, had caused that death and so many others when the terrorists got a hold of his weapons.