For a brief moment Thor pretends to try to wriggle out of Loki's grasp, as he might've when they were still boys, but it's a half-hearted escape attempt at best, something warm and painful welling up in his chest at his brother's waterlogged embrace. It's almost too much, and there's a hitch in his breath that he doesn't try to correct as he selfishly gives up the mock struggle with a sigh that tastes bittersweet on his tongue. "How foolish of me," he says, and it almost sounds like a jest, feigning that it wasn't what he'd wanted all along.
His step falters when he sees Solvi, recognizing her at once, his gaze darting quickly to the sleeping baby in the arms of the other child. He hadn't dared hope that they'd made it, knowing only that so many hadn't, unwilling to consider who he'd mourn the loss of more than others. They are all Asgard, and the king cannot choose his favorites to survive, but there's a brief and utterly alien flicker of joy in him that this mother and her newborn are not among the dead. Thor's vision blurs with tears of relief, for the first time in a very long while, and he gives her a watery smile that is probably several kinds of undignified.
Loki's news is also just as welcome, and Thor drags his attention back to his brother, blinking several times to clear his sight. "It does, thank you. Or... I should... I should thank them, too. I... we can't do this alone." It has been easy for him to forget, in the solitude of his empty room at the Avengers compound, that he is not as alone as he feels. That Loki, and others, have been diligent in looking after his stranded people at a moment's notice, sheltering and clothing and feeding them when their king could not. Still cannot.
His weakness shames him, the scars running deep beyond just the ones he wears on the outside, but he is not the only one wounded this way either. And the mind is not so easily healed as the body. For now, it is enough to have their bodily needs met, giving them all the time and resources to try to begin healing otherwise. It has only been a week, no matter that it feels like years already, his sense of time stretched out and muddled in the aftershocks.
Healing. Right. Thor turns his head enough so that he can see Fǫnn, no doubt waiting impatiently for him to allow her to see to his arm instead of getting lost in his own head again. "Where should we sit?"
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His step falters when he sees Solvi, recognizing her at once, his gaze darting quickly to the sleeping baby in the arms of the other child. He hadn't dared hope that they'd made it, knowing only that so many hadn't, unwilling to consider who he'd mourn the loss of more than others. They are all Asgard, and the king cannot choose his favorites to survive, but there's a brief and utterly alien flicker of joy in him that this mother and her newborn are not among the dead. Thor's vision blurs with tears of relief, for the first time in a very long while, and he gives her a watery smile that is probably several kinds of undignified.
Loki's news is also just as welcome, and Thor drags his attention back to his brother, blinking several times to clear his sight. "It does, thank you. Or... I should... I should thank them, too. I... we can't do this alone." It has been easy for him to forget, in the solitude of his empty room at the Avengers compound, that he is not as alone as he feels. That Loki, and others, have been diligent in looking after his stranded people at a moment's notice, sheltering and clothing and feeding them when their king could not. Still cannot.
His weakness shames him, the scars running deep beyond just the ones he wears on the outside, but he is not the only one wounded this way either. And the mind is not so easily healed as the body. For now, it is enough to have their bodily needs met, giving them all the time and resources to try to begin healing otherwise. It has only been a week, no matter that it feels like years already, his sense of time stretched out and muddled in the aftershocks.
Healing. Right. Thor turns his head enough so that he can see Fǫnn, no doubt waiting impatiently for him to allow her to see to his arm instead of getting lost in his own head again. "Where should we sit?"