Return of the Frost

Loki stumbled into camp, battered and bloody. His wolf Fenris trotted at his side, the wolf was fully healed. Three had left camp half a year ago, two returned. Well perhaps it was two point five, Odin's soul resided within the grey wolfs body. 
The wolf was not Odin but it was not the same as it had been, Fenris was more now. His wolf had grown considerably oh and it could talk to him now. Fenris had not shut up since they left the first settlement, he kept yammering about how awesome this was. 
Loki did his best not to collapse but it was not easy. He was sure he had broken a couple of ribs, bruised some of his organs. On his way through Ontario he had been attacked by a Cyclopes. It had given him a thrashing before he managed to escape, his green eye was swollen shut. It hurt to breath, death seemed rather appealing as he fell face first in the snow. "Thanatos take me now" he hissed before blacking out. 

Jericho didn't work at the infirmary but he might as well have. The giant of a man was always sick during the winter months, cold and snow were the bane of his existence. Jericho found it Ironic since his mother and adoptive father were from cold climates. 

He had been replenishing his stock of cough syrup when he saw a girl gasp and run outside. What was all the commotion and why in Hades name did she leave the doors wide open. The cold wind cut Jericho to the bone, his body shivered in a futile attempt to keep warm.

He pocketed the bottles of syrup and rushed towards the door. He had hoped to shut them but the sight of a girl hunched over a body made him freeze up. What did she hope to achieve by keeping him out in the cold, was she trying to kill him? "get him inside, the cold will kill him before his injuries do if he's out here much longer" he barked from the open door. 

Jericho shook his head slowly, Why were most women so weak. The thin male probably weighed One hundred pounds , perhaps a bit more. The blond girl probably could have dragged the body inside yet she tasked him with carrying the patient inside. He sighed and walked over to the body. 

His blood ran cold when he caught sight of the pointed nose and long ebony hair. Loki's streaks of silver hair were stained  crimson from blood. His brother in all but blood lay broken at his feet, this was not a good sign. If Loki had returned like this where was Odin? Why was the Mage alone and near death? 

Jericho  crouched and scooped up the broken man. He looked the blond in the eyes, he would need to inform her on somethings. "no nectar or ambrosia, his body rejects it" he said quickly moving into the infirmary.  

Jericho set Loki down on the nearest available bed. He looked at the girl, his cold blue eyes were locked on her hands. " I hope your needle work is good, he appears to have several lacerations" Jericho remarked stepping away from the bed. He would leave Loki in the capable hands of the infirmary staff. He needed to leave anyway, he did not need to pass on any bugs he managed to pick up. 

Loki had regained consciousness as Aubree had was two stitches into his first wound. His bright blue eye fixed on her face, he knew not to move. The glint of needle and thread had set him at ease, though the young hand which worked it was another matter. 'why on earth is a little brat looking after me? why isn't someone more experienced handling this?' he thought to himself.
Loki hissed as the  needle bit into his flesh, he despised his weak body. Why did  nectar and ambrosia not work on him, he was the son of a goddess yet his mothers food was as useful as a soggy cardboard. "you'll need more hands girl, I'm  still losing blood from the gashes on my thighs and back." he said though clenched teeth. The pain was unbearable but he needed to remain conscious, blacking out again could be fatal.  

Loki wanted to throttle her, was she completely dense. He had several open wounds, she had just started stitching him up. It was as if she wanted him to bleed out some more, luckily he had managed to freeze burn his minor cuts and slashes. The cold drop his body underwent made the blood flow slow, if he lost consciousness he would be a bloody mess. "I can mend fabric, I can't mend flesh little girl so cut it off and sew me back together" he hissed at her. 
It was just his luck, he got back to camp nearly dead and only one person was around to help. He was starting to think his family was cursed. His father was missing, Andy could keep a living boyfriend and Odin was dead. The only one who had it half way decent was little Ceres. Loki prayed that someone, anyone would come along and assist this dumb blond or it might mean his life. 

She annoyed him, her smiles and questions. What kind of idiot ask someone who is this grievously wounded what happened ? What did she think happened ? Did he hit a door? No he had just spent the last six or so months fighting monsters with his brother. He knew enough that getting frustrated with the blond would not work to his advantage. Increased pressure could lead to more bleed out, not ideal since he had lost enough. He figured a transfusion would be in order, Ceres had his blood type or he would need to raid Hecate cabin for replenishment potions. Sneaking in his condition was not ideal though, he would probably reopen some of the wounds if he walked about. "Monsters Sherlock, monsters happened" he said icily, he was certain that was all that needed to be said.

Loki rolled his eyes, his impression of her thus far had not changed in the slightest. If she knew it was monsters why ask him what happened? Foolish girl certainly took her time threading him back together, perhaps she would work faster if his condition worsened. He wanted to send himself into hypothermic shock and scare her, alas minor amusement was not worth the risk. 
She was humming country music now, if he didn't hate her before he did now. Loki hated country music, rap and tween pop. He drowned out here blasted humming by reciting the lyrics to Nightwish's song Amaranth in his head. 

Loki rolled his eyes, if she thought he would just sit around here she was wrong. He was angry and he had a right to be. While Odin and he did not see eye to eye on several things he never wished him dead, yet now he was. The god's had taken so much from him, his father, his brother and his Mother would not recognize him.

He managed to wrap most of his body in bandages. Most of his features were now hidden under white wraps. He covered his green eye with a patch and proceeded to walk out of the infirmary. He would return to Cabin eleven and finish his mission report. In the morning he would submit it to Chrion and see his siblings, he did not look forward to telling them Odin was dead.