Loki closes his eyes, as if to mask whatever might be going on behind them. His hand grips tighter at Thor's forearm, squeezing, then releasing.
He will say nothing, of course, but he can't lie to himself; he does feel a pang of jealousy, and a deep, yawning loneliness. He can't blame Thor, though. The other Loki is personable and charming and capable of such warmth...he has no idea how likable, how lovable, he really is.
History probably makes a difference. There may be things he has done in his own world that would be harder to look past, had they lived through them, but right now, with what they do know, it's natural both he and Thor should grow attached quickly, and regret the loss bitterly.
He draws in a breath that's just a touch ragged around the edges, to match Thor's blurry vision. And he pats his arm. "Then tell him so. Go. Give him that strength to fight with."
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He will say nothing, of course, but he can't lie to himself; he does feel a pang of jealousy, and a deep, yawning loneliness. He can't blame Thor, though. The other Loki is personable and charming and capable of such warmth...he has no idea how likable, how lovable, he really is.
History probably makes a difference. There may be things he has done in his own world that would be harder to look past, had they lived through them, but right now, with what they do know, it's natural both he and Thor should grow attached quickly, and regret the loss bitterly.
He draws in a breath that's just a touch ragged around the edges, to match Thor's blurry vision. And he pats his arm. "Then tell him so. Go. Give him that strength to fight with."