"I know how to be gentle, Tony," said Steve in as patient a voice as he could muster. He liked Tony, he did, and years of putting up with him and inured him to a certain extent. But the man was still trying to his patience, which was why he was always surprised that someone with anger issues like Bruce would be the one to be with him.
Steve took hold of Loki-- Loren-- whatever his name was carefully by the shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position, which stretched the stitching and the gauze plastered down his spine. Loren groaned quietly in his sleep, and the machines spiked as the pain from behind manhandled in a direction his body did not want to go pulsed through him, though the sedatives kept him firmly under.
"Okay, now peel back the gauze and start spreading the salve. You need to massage it in as deep as you can, and Loki said to use the whole pot."
He still didn't always trust the trickster, with good reason, but he tried to be quiet about it now that the man was royal consort to Asgard and a mother in his own right (which was just weird to him), or Thor might take his head clean off with Mjolnir.
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Steve took hold of Loki-- Loren-- whatever his name was carefully by the shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position, which stretched the stitching and the gauze plastered down his spine. Loren groaned quietly in his sleep, and the machines spiked as the pain from behind manhandled in a direction his body did not want to go pulsed through him, though the sedatives kept him firmly under.
"Okay, now peel back the gauze and start spreading the salve. You need to massage it in as deep as you can, and Loki said to use the whole pot."
He still didn't always trust the trickster, with good reason, but he tried to be quiet about it now that the man was royal consort to Asgard and a mother in his own right (which was just weird to him), or Thor might take his head clean off with Mjolnir.