"Elskan," he murmurs gently, "I wasn't asking for you to fix anyone, only for sympathy. Though I know you would, if you could." He's already made it clear that whoever is important to Loki is important to him, after all.
He thinks it better not to go into excessive detail about Thor's problems, not until he can check with his brother and see how receptive he might be to empathy from a stranger, but he dares to hope a different perspective--even one as dark and painful as this one--might be supportive.
The unfolding tale takes his breath away, and for more than one reason. His clasp around Megatron's shoulders tightens a little, protective, and simultaneously the temperature of his own skin and the air around them drops, an instinctual Jotun reaction to fear or pain--or the memory thereof. Undirected as it is, it's not the searing chill that can destroy Aesir armor, but the energy flux is noticeable.
"The Black Order had microsurgery needles," he says quietly. "Which could be heated to burning temperatures inside the body."
There's a lot more that could be said there, but Loki absolutely will fall apart if it's discussed in detail; he can still hold himself together and be comforting right now. But he understands the horror being described to him, intimately.
The tragedy, on the other hand--the talk of Terminus and being forced to abandon him--that is somewhat beyond his personal experience, but it hurts to hear. His hands are restless, stroking over Megatron's back as if looking for some sort of physical wound that could be healed or comforted.
"If I could change that past for you, I would," he says. "But if it will give you any comfort at all, I will light a candle in honor of your lost love, when next I burn one for my mother, and the children for their dead families."
He did not mean to prompt such painful revelations, but the kiss to his throat tells him he is forgiven--or perhaps that there is nothing to forgive. "I'm here," he adds softly, a whisper of reassurance he's offered to Thor and the children in the past. "I'm here."
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He thinks it better not to go into excessive detail about Thor's problems, not until he can check with his brother and see how receptive he might be to empathy from a stranger, but he dares to hope a different perspective--even one as dark and painful as this one--might be supportive.
The unfolding tale takes his breath away, and for more than one reason. His clasp around Megatron's shoulders tightens a little, protective, and simultaneously the temperature of his own skin and the air around them drops, an instinctual Jotun reaction to fear or pain--or the memory thereof. Undirected as it is, it's not the searing chill that can destroy Aesir armor, but the energy flux is noticeable.
"The Black Order had microsurgery needles," he says quietly. "Which could be heated to burning temperatures inside the body."
There's a lot more that could be said there, but Loki absolutely will fall apart if it's discussed in detail; he can still hold himself together and be comforting right now. But he understands the horror being described to him, intimately.
The tragedy, on the other hand--the talk of Terminus and being forced to abandon him--that is somewhat beyond his personal experience, but it hurts to hear. His hands are restless, stroking over Megatron's back as if looking for some sort of physical wound that could be healed or comforted.
"If I could change that past for you, I would," he says. "But if it will give you any comfort at all, I will light a candle in honor of your lost love, when next I burn one for my mother, and the children for their dead families."
He did not mean to prompt such painful revelations, but the kiss to his throat tells him he is forgiven--or perhaps that there is nothing to forgive. "I'm here," he adds softly, a whisper of reassurance he's offered to Thor and the children in the past. "I'm here."