By the time you awoke the next day it was past noon.
"Gees, how long did I sleep?"
"Quite a while." Loki laughed. He picked up a tray of food and brought it to you.
"Breakfast in bed? That's sweet of you." You smirked. "Too sweet. What's up?"
"Nothing." Loki chuckled under his breath. "It's simple really. You are mine now, and I take care of what is mine." He kissed your forehead.
After a few bites of food you had to stop. "Gods, I can't breathe."
Loki grabbed your head and felt your forehead. "Should I call a nurse?"
"No." You shook him off. "I'm just stuffed up."
"Can it be helped?"
"NyQuil would help. But I don't think they have that in Asgard."
"Maid! Fetch the Quill of Night from Midgard!"
"No, no. It's a medicine called NyQuil. Here I'll write it down for you." You scrawled the word 'NyQuil' on a nearby scrap of paper.
"This is a strange word." Loki noted.
"Medicine names tend to be. It's easier to trademark or something."
"Maid, get this." He handed the note to the maid.
She glared at him and said. "I am not authorized to go to Midgard, sir."
"Then get me Thor."
"Right away, sir." She left curtly.
Thor entered shortly there after. "What is it you require, Brother?"
"(name) needs this medicine from Midgard. Get it for her." Loki handed Thor the paper.
"You forgot to say please."
Loki rolled his eyes. "Please."
"Alright, but how shall I find this?"
"Just ask Uncle Selvig." You piped in. "He can get it for you."
"I shall see you soon then."