No. Not even half? That's far less than he'd been drinking before, never mind that Thor would've had to supplement from somewhere else. No, if Loki is denying him even this, then he would deny it all.

Thor cannot articulate why that thought is so terrifying, even to himself.

"What would you have me do?" he demands, his good eye stinging with tears, wrenching himself free from his brother's grip and grasping his own arms tightly enough that his metal fingers will no doubt leave bruises.