That manages to put a small smile on Thor's face, though he has to wonder if his fans on Midgard would be so enthralled with him now, after everything that's happened. If any of them prayed to Thor to save them, only to have their prayers go unanswered. Maybe one day he'll be worthy of their adoration again, but not now. Not yet. "And what an entrance you made, that day," he says instead, keeping those thoughts to himself, not only because Fǫnn will overhear as she works on him. "As far as I'm concerned, you've earned the title twice over."
Once, it would have stung his pride to admit such, his own petty ego demanding that he be better in all the ways that he'd thought mattered. But it seems like eons have passed since then, since he was the spoiled prince who cared more for his own glory than the good of the people. Loki calls himself the savior of Asgard, and he is, and Thor is nothing but grateful to him for it.
Even with the melancholy that seems his constant companion of late, the thought of Loki doting on children is a heartwarming one, and Thor feels that it's something he might've teased his brother about, before the world had fallen apart. "Something else we have in common, then." How strange it must be for Loki to suddenly be the solid rock upon which everyone else stands, but maybe that is part of his strengths, to adapt to what is needed at a given moment. And Thor, at least, has needed that stability dearly.
He can't stop the shame that he is not strong enough to be there for his people, however, and the only thing that helps is knowing that they are being looked after regardless. Thor takes in Loki's assurances as best he can, trying to set them into his heart as truth, despite the guilt that tries to argue otherwise. It hasn't escaped his notice that Loki included himself in their number, either, and he closes his eye a moment to stave off any tears. He has cried enough lately without doing it in front of the healer, too. "We'll be fine," he echoes, and hopes it's as true for him as it is for the rest of Asgard, even though he does not know where his path is going to lead.
Thor looks up at Loki again, steadying himself as best he can. They will be fine. They have to be. He doesn't know what he will do if they're not.
But this is meant to distract him from what's happening to him, and this subject is perhaps a little raw still for them both, so he grasps for something to talk about that isn't quite so direct, something that won't hurt quite as much. "The people really did seem to like your play," he says at last, no matter how melodramatic he'd found it. "Sigrid enjoyed her role, I trust?"
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Once, it would have stung his pride to admit such, his own petty ego demanding that he be better in all the ways that he'd thought mattered. But it seems like eons have passed since then, since he was the spoiled prince who cared more for his own glory than the good of the people. Loki calls himself the savior of Asgard, and he is, and Thor is nothing but grateful to him for it.
Even with the melancholy that seems his constant companion of late, the thought of Loki doting on children is a heartwarming one, and Thor feels that it's something he might've teased his brother about, before the world had fallen apart. "Something else we have in common, then." How strange it must be for Loki to suddenly be the solid rock upon which everyone else stands, but maybe that is part of his strengths, to adapt to what is needed at a given moment. And Thor, at least, has needed that stability dearly.
He can't stop the shame that he is not strong enough to be there for his people, however, and the only thing that helps is knowing that they are being looked after regardless. Thor takes in Loki's assurances as best he can, trying to set them into his heart as truth, despite the guilt that tries to argue otherwise. It hasn't escaped his notice that Loki included himself in their number, either, and he closes his eye a moment to stave off any tears. He has cried enough lately without doing it in front of the healer, too. "We'll be fine," he echoes, and hopes it's as true for him as it is for the rest of Asgard, even though he does not know where his path is going to lead.
Thor looks up at Loki again, steadying himself as best he can. They will be fine. They have to be. He doesn't know what he will do if they're not.
But this is meant to distract him from what's happening to him, and this subject is perhaps a little raw still for them both, so he grasps for something to talk about that isn't quite so direct, something that won't hurt quite as much. "The people really did seem to like your play," he says at last, no matter how melodramatic he'd found it. "Sigrid enjoyed her role, I trust?"