Snuggly puppy or not, Thor leans into him right back, not sure if he's giving or taking comfort, and maybe it's both. He's lost his own brother too many times already, and he doesn't care that this Loki is not technically his, nor the other trickster who believes his life is measured in mere days, at most.
Did you mourn, his brother had asked him once, sneering as though he expected that no one would have. As though he thought Thor would cast aside centuries of brotherhood in an instant without a second thought.
He'd made his answer clear then, even if Loki hadn't listened at the time.
Will he mourn this other Loki, even knowing him so little? Of course. And this one knows that, too. This time, he may even have a great deal more company in it, for a Loki who deserves to be remembered well.
It's no small thing, but it doesn't feel like enough. It's never enough. "There's nothing more we can do to help him?" he asks, hoping against hope that Loki will have thought of something, some clever trick to help his twin avoid this fate altogether. Knowing all the same that even Loki's luck will eventually run dry.
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Did you mourn, his brother had asked him once, sneering as though he expected that no one would have. As though he thought Thor would cast aside centuries of brotherhood in an instant without a second thought.
He'd made his answer clear then, even if Loki hadn't listened at the time.
Will he mourn this other Loki, even knowing him so little? Of course. And this one knows that, too. This time, he may even have a great deal more company in it, for a Loki who deserves to be remembered well.
It's no small thing, but it doesn't feel like enough. It's never enough. "There's nothing more we can do to help him?" he asks, hoping against hope that Loki will have thought of something, some clever trick to help his twin avoid this fate altogether. Knowing all the same that even Loki's luck will eventually run dry.