Thor stands up, nearly knocking the barstool over in his haste to take a step back, unsure what he's afraid Loki will do but unable to consider it rationally. Even the hands on his arms make him flinch, and the roughness of Loki's voice seem to cut him to the core.
He's done worse than he thought. He's made Loki upset.
He didn't mean to. Didn't want to. He'd wanted to keep this to himself, where it'd hurt no one but him. But then Loki had to dig and worry, and drag him out until he can't hide anymore. He feels cornered, and there isn't a way out, Loki shutting down every avenue of escape until he has to face the truth that's been staring him in the face for over a year.
"Half, then?" he asks, far more pleading than he'd intended. Surely they can compromise? Enough to delay needing to talk about it, enough that he can get away and fortify himself against his brother's words behind the shield of alcohol.
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He's done worse than he thought. He's made Loki upset.
He didn't mean to. Didn't want to. He'd wanted to keep this to himself, where it'd hurt no one but him. But then Loki had to dig and worry, and drag him out until he can't hide anymore. He feels cornered, and there isn't a way out, Loki shutting down every avenue of escape until he has to face the truth that's been staring him in the face for over a year.
"Half, then?" he asks, far more pleading than he'd intended. Surely they can compromise? Enough to delay needing to talk about it, enough that he can get away and fortify himself against his brother's words behind the shield of alcohol.