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Author's note: Should I stop writing Thor whump fanfics? Yes. Am I a horrible person? Yes. Am I going to stop? No. 😊

I had this idea when I woke up this morning and I HAD to write it down! Please review! It makes my day.

"Thor?"

His eyes snapped open and with a sign he re- wrapped the bloody bandages around his shoulder.

"We have a bit of a situation here, it's kind of urgent but I can wait until you are ready."

Thor got up and opened the door to find Korg and a scruffy looking man waiting patiently for him. He put the best kingly expression on his face and with a smile he asked them what he could help them with.

"M-my k-king I am the head doctor of the infirmary and we- we don't have enough room for all of our patients and I was wondering if you could arrange a place in the ship to become a second infirmary if y-you could." He said this not quite looking at Thor in the eye but as he finished his last sentence he shot a hopeful glance at him.

Thor tried not to grimace. There were loads of people who weren't pleased with their sleeping places and space in the ship was limited. But this was an important matter and he couldn't leave his people injured without medical help.

"You can have my room as your new infirmary. It's not very big but I think it will suffice."

The head doctor looked so relieved that Thor thought that he was going to cry.

"Thank you, my king, thank you!" he said and laughed in happiness.

"I would like to clean it first and then I'll come to see you to help with the arrangements." Thor said eager to be left alone.

The man thanked him once more and practically skipped away.

"That went well." said Korg and smiled at him.

Thor watched him leave and got back into his room. He wasn't pleased to give it away, for it was the only place he could find some peace and quiet most of the time. He would now have to find somewhere else to sleep and change his bandages. Especially the last bit was going to be tricky. He hadn't told anyone about his stab wounds on his left arm, chest and back and he wasn't going to. A king had to be strong and not complain. There were people a lot more in need of medical attention than he was.

His eye socked hurt like hell and he removed his eye patch to change the bandage. Loki had created an illusion to cover the bandages that covered his injured eye, and the moment he put the eye patch on they magically disappeared.

He spent a long, nice, quiet hour wrapping the bandage around his eye, so it wouldn't hurt as much and was about to finish wrapping his shoulder when he heard a knock on the door.

"My king if we could hurry with the new infirmary it would be great! There are people waiting to be seen!" he heard the doctor shout outside his door.

Thor hastily wrapped the bandage around his bloody shoulder and wore his armor. He opened the door to let the doctor in, who took no time to arrange his supplies on the table and dresser.

He then took a step back to make sure everything was alright and turned to Thor.

"I am grateful for your generosity my king. If there is something I could do for you… perhaps take a look at your eye?"

Thor was about to accept the offer when a young woman entered the room.

"Excuse me, they told me this was were to go to find a doctor… could you please do something about my arm? "she showed the head doctor her right arm which had a nasty gash smeared with blood.

The doctor looked at Thor fist and then the woman.

Thor gritted his teeth and gave them both a tight smile.

"Go ahead, I'll come if I need anything."

He stepped out of the room and signed. There was already a long line of people waiting to be treated. Hela had hurt all of them in one way or another, with her knives and wolf.

A small boy smiled at him as he passed them all waving and smiling as best as he could. The boy was missing a leg and Thor smiled at him before looking away feeling sick. He walked a little faster making sure not to move his left shoulder and headed to a deserted corridor.

There, he leaned against the wall and took a long breath. He hadn't wrapped the bandages properly and he felt uncomfortable under the armor. Blood had started to soak through and he could feel it trickling down his torso.

He closed his eye.

A king feels no pain. A king never complains. A king puts his people before him.

His father had said that once, when he was badly injured after a battle.

"Thor?"

He cursed under his breath as he saw Heimdall approaching. He enjoyed spending time with him, but right now he'd rather be left alone.

He straightened his shoulders wincing at his protesting injuries and tried to look poised and relaxed.

His friend looked exhausted.

"Would you mind stirring the ship for a while? I'd love to sleep a little."

"Sure thing." He said clapping Heimdall on the shoulder and made a move towards the cockpit.

"Thor?"

"What?" he snapped a little too aggressively. Couldn't they just leave him alone?

"Are you sure you're ok? You look a bit…" Heimdall tried to find the right words but he gave up looking wearily at Thor.

"I'm fine." He reassured his friend forcing a smile.

A king never complains.

Korg came at the cockpit after a few hours to swap places with Thor and steer the ship.

Thor smiled at him and stood up shakily. The moment he stood up, stars danced in front of his eyes and he gripped his chair for support.

"You ok man?" he heard Korg ask.

"I'm perfectly alright, just a little tired." He said with some difficulty. He stood up and made his way out of the cockpit.

Everyone was sleeping on the ship and Thor staggered to a quiet corner and collapsed. He was blinded by the pain of his injuries and he took a few shaky breaths.

A king feels no pain.

Thor gently lifted his right arm and held it close to his chest stroking it lightly. He could see blood running from his shoulder under the armor but didn't risk taking it off in case someone passed by.

From where he sat he could see a man wrapping gently a bandage around a woman's leg and for a fleeting moment he wished he wasn't king. He wanted someone to take care of him like that. He wanted to go to the infirmary, but his people came first.

But gods everything hurt so much!

He closed his eyes and let the steady rhythm of the ship's engine relax him and drift him to sleep.

"Thor? Thor wake up!"

He opened his eye slowly and tried to recognize the blurry figure before him.

Valkyrie.

He tried to stand up, but he gasped in pain as his back and shoulder tightened. Lights appeared in front of him, and he felt hands lifting him in a sitting position gently. He panted and blinked to get rid of the lights and held his arm close to his chest once more.

Valkyrie's worried face appeared in front of him again.

"Thor are you with me? Can you hear me?" she asked him gripping his right wrist.

He shook his head slightly but let a groan of pain escape his lips as he felt white, hot pain coming from his eye socket.

"Listen, we have to get help, you are bleeding." She said and tried to undo the straps of his armor.

He seized her hand and stopped her.

"No. I mustn't be seen hurt. I have- " he gasped for air, " I have to be strong for the people."

"The people need their king in a good physical condition. Have you even been to the infirmary?" she asked crossly.

"There where others who needed help more." He said attempting to stand up but sinking to his knees wincing.

Valkyrie supported him, keeping his head up as he breathed heavily on her shoulder.

"Just the stupid thing I knew you'd do. Look at yourself your majesty- she spat, and tell me who needs help!" She said angrily.

He indeed looked terrible. His armor was soaked in blood from his arm and back and he had turned a sick pale color. He removed his eye patch which felt sticky and warm, to reveal the red bandages underneath the illusion. He didn't look very kingly at the moment.

"Can you stand up?" she asked him flinching at his gaunt appearance. "I could just bring help here."

"No, don't. Help me up."

Valkyrie took his good arm and heaved him upwards supporting him when he caved in again. They made their way towards the new infirmary slowly, pausing every now and then for Thor to catch his breath.

As they got nearer the infirmary people parted ways to let them pass, murmuring worriedly about the ragged look of their king.

He felt another pair of arms around him and he heard Heimdall's voice shouting for people to step out of their way.

He was led to the head doctor who made a strangled sound as he took a close look at him.

"PLEASE IF YOU CAN STAND UP, GIVE YOUR SEAT TO THE KING, HE IS INJURED!" he shouted.

Everyone stood up immediately, willing to give their seat to their leader.

Thor tried to protest but he was too weak to speak.

He was lowered to a chair and the head doctor shouted instructions to the nurses to bring him bandages and pain killers.

"My king, why didn't you come earlier… you have lost too much blood."

A king puts his people before him. He tried to explain it to the doctor but he closed his eye and passed out.

Thor opened his eye to find out that he had been moved to a mattress on the floor. He was shirtless and thick bandages covered his upper torso. His eye had been bandaged too. He could still feel pain, but it had been reduced to a more tolerable scale.

"You could have come to me for help, or if you needed somewhere to sleep for the night instead of a corner on the floor." He heard Valkyrie's voice come from his side.

"I'm not that much of a terrible bitch you know."

"Thank you." He croaked and covered her hand with his.

He heard her inhale sharply and she gripped tightly his hand.

"I was so scared when I found you in that corridor, pale and covered in blood. How could you do that to yourself you idiot?" she said quietly.

Thor closed his eye and stroked her hand with his thumb. "I'm fine now."

She signed.

"A young boy came to see you, when you were unconscious. He was missing a leg, but he came smiling towards me and told me that you were going to be ok, because you are strong. He found the mattress for you."

Thor smiled. It was the first real smile he had smiled for days.