Once, Thor might have laughed and made light of the idea of having another Loki around, but now it sends a lance through his heart instead, even in jest. He looks away for a moment, but with Fǫnn still working away at what little is left of his arm, he doesn't stay that way for long.
When Loki does not answer right away, Thor worries that he's has upset his brother, inconsiderate of Loki's troubles in the midst of his own. But that soothing touch does ease his anxiety enough to wait, and listen when Loki does finally voice an answer.
Not all of it makes sense to him, some of it too abstract for him to focus on well enough to even try to comprehend. But the last... that, he understands well enough, and it suddenly strikes him that his Loki had never had the chance to explore this comfort with his own skin that had been denied him all his life. And seeing what a difference it has made for this one... the grief he holds for one Loki is matched and mingled with a bittersweetness that the other has this opportunity, late though it is.
Late enough that he'd had to die, first.
Thor swallows against the lump in his throat, wishing he could hug Loki right now, and uncertain which one of them it would be for. "I'm glad for you," he says quietly instead, smiling faintly through the grief. Other words fail to come to him just yet, leaving him with only this simple sentiment, sincere though it is.
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When Loki does not answer right away, Thor worries that he's has upset his brother, inconsiderate of Loki's troubles in the midst of his own. But that soothing touch does ease his anxiety enough to wait, and listen when Loki does finally voice an answer.
Not all of it makes sense to him, some of it too abstract for him to focus on well enough to even try to comprehend. But the last... that, he understands well enough, and it suddenly strikes him that his Loki had never had the chance to explore this comfort with his own skin that had been denied him all his life. And seeing what a difference it has made for this one... the grief he holds for one Loki is matched and mingled with a bittersweetness that the other has this opportunity, late though it is.
Late enough that he'd had to die, first.
Thor swallows against the lump in his throat, wishing he could hug Loki right now, and uncertain which one of them it would be for. "I'm glad for you," he says quietly instead, smiling faintly through the grief. Other words fail to come to him just yet, leaving him with only this simple sentiment, sincere though it is.