Loki was laying there in hopes to sleep more. He looked very weak laying there, He soon was snoring. The god had gone back to sleep. He didn't want to miss out on decent sleep. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.
He didn't seem to have noticed Tony come in the room.
The god was breathing deeply, he seemed to look very pale. His hair was a mess. He felt safe knowing his older was there. He coughed a few times. The god mumbled in his sleep. He was curled up tightly.

When he awoke a few hours later he looked around. "Brother?" he sits up and rubbed his eyes, The god looked at him. He didn't have the engery to even get up still. He sighed. He wondered if he would ever be well.
He didn't feel like he ever would. The god knew that he would have to try his best to get better, Even if part of him thought about just giving up. But he knew that he couldn't do that to Thor. He was coughing again.

"Morning," he rasped. He didn't sound all that good, his voice was somewhat strainned. The god leaned back. He sighed. Great he sounded as terrible as he looked. He knew his brother wouldn't make fun of him when he was sick at least too much.
"I look terrible I bet," he complianed. He was too weak to do a thing about his horrible looking hair.
The god coughed a few times, he looked a wreck really.