It’s been so long since Thor’s brother first learned to change his shape - among other magics - that Thor really has no idea what to expect until it’s done. He recalls a time in their very early years of life where Loki had spent the better part of a week in various animal shapes, sneaking about as he pleased and hiding himself in small spaces to startle whoever happened to come across him. Was that before or after the stabbing incident? He can’t recall.

But the memories are a little stronger now, looking at the fluffy little fox cub who has never looked so pleased with himself as he does now, and something in his chest aches fiercely at the sight. “Oh, you... you are adorable, brother,” he says with a watery smile, leaning forward to see him better and reaching out his real hand to touch, if Loki will allow it.