He had been uncertain of his welcome, left in self-imposed solitude to dwell on his failure, but now that Thor is here among the survivors and has been received with open arms despite all that's happened, it's harder for him to feel as entirely lost. There is a great deal of healing to be done before any of them are all right again, but here among his people... seeing familiar faces... it's better, a little.
He even manages a small smile at Loki's mild antics, the tension in his shoulders easing a fraction, despite himself. Later, when his head is clearer and his grief and guilt are less fresh, Thor will have to find a way to properly thank his brother for everything he has done to care for this remnant of Asgard, for being the stable port in the tempest that still threatens to overwhelm Thor when he is alone. "There really is no escape from paperwork, is there?" he manages, forcing a lighter tone to match his brother's, covering for his unease. It's been a rare occasion when Thor has needed serious medical care, and it had always been Eir to see him through it. But he would still rather be tended by an Asgardian healer, apprentice or not, than turn himself over to the care of an ignorant - if well-meaning - Midgardian doctor.
Trust Loki to understand what his brother would find soothing, of course. The sound of the rain is unexpected, the subtle tug of the local weather disagreeing with its presence, but Thor does not tense as much under Fǫnn's touch as she prods at him to assess the extent of the damage. Most of it is tolerable, if not painless, but there are a few times where he flinches or hisses through his teeth as the healer finds sore spots he hadn't even known he had. "That, right there." It's irritating and uncomfortable, but necessary, so he dutifully reports when she's struck somewhere painful. Better to endure and correct it now, rather than allow childish stubbornness to keep him from the healing he knows he needs.
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He even manages a small smile at Loki's mild antics, the tension in his shoulders easing a fraction, despite himself. Later, when his head is clearer and his grief and guilt are less fresh, Thor will have to find a way to properly thank his brother for everything he has done to care for this remnant of Asgard, for being the stable port in the tempest that still threatens to overwhelm Thor when he is alone. "There really is no escape from paperwork, is there?" he manages, forcing a lighter tone to match his brother's, covering for his unease. It's been a rare occasion when Thor has needed serious medical care, and it had always been Eir to see him through it. But he would still rather be tended by an Asgardian healer, apprentice or not, than turn himself over to the care of an ignorant - if well-meaning - Midgardian doctor.
Trust Loki to understand what his brother would find soothing, of course. The sound of the rain is unexpected, the subtle tug of the local weather disagreeing with its presence, but Thor does not tense as much under Fǫnn's touch as she prods at him to assess the extent of the damage. Most of it is tolerable, if not painless, but there are a few times where he flinches or hisses through his teeth as the healer finds sore spots he hadn't even known he had. "That, right there." It's irritating and uncomfortable, but necessary, so he dutifully reports when she's struck somewhere painful. Better to endure and correct it now, rather than allow childish stubbornness to keep him from the healing he knows he needs.