Loki shivered a bit , he looked pale and groaned "My immune system has always been weak, I hope I don't get you or Thor sick, Though brother hardly gets sick compared to me and can recover quickly, "
He knew as kids when Thor had looked after him and ended up sick from being too close. He was sure that happened less now. He still worried though. He coughed badly and curled up. He knew it was probably just the illness making him weak. But he would look afer Tony and Thor if he got any of them ill too. He was sure he was always contanious, unless he was posioned or under some spell. But it did feel like a normal flu, it had just hit him very hard.

He was always hit hard when ever he got ill. He curled up a bit. "Yeah probably is the illness making me tired." He knew there was nothing he could do really, but try sleep as much as he could until he got better. But he didn't want to sleep now that he had just woken up.
He stretched, he seemed pretty restless been stuck laying or even sitting down.
It was making him feel all stiff and achy, part of him wanted to scream. But nothing would help, he needed his strength back. He looked at Thor and Tony.

"Oh Morning brother, " Loki smiled weakly "I slept good , but I'm still tired, I hate been ill," He had tears in his eyes. Being ill made him so much more emotional. He was sure he wasn't going to die . But he hadn't been sure of that the other day.
"Oh I need to move and I'm too weak,"
His patience with been unable to move much was wearing thin. It showed in his body langange. He was fidgiting alot in his seat. The god knew time only made things better, He was still shivering a bit.