It was easier to be steady when he supported some of his brother's weight, yet at the same time it brought a sharp ache to his chest. He had done this, all of this, with his own hands.
Thor's face was pale, his lips pressed into a grim bloodless line, but he nodded at Sif's words. Her hands were a warrior's too, only smaller and more precise than his own, and he trusted her as dearly as if she were blood. He would not have asked her to do this. The look on her face told him that she knew what she risked, and he could not have dissuaded her anyway if he tried.
He did not want to try, if it meant that Loki would suffer a little less to be free of what he had wrought. "I will hold him." Thor managed, a waver in his voice. "Sif..." It did not seem right to thank her for this. He met her eyes. "Return quickly."
When he read the word Loki fumbled to write, Thor's arm tightened around his brother. His answer was there. Perhaps if Loki wished to be free of him when he was well again, Thor would oblige. He couldn't ask forgiveness for this. He was not worthy of it.
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Thor's face was pale, his lips pressed into a grim bloodless line, but he nodded at Sif's words. Her hands were a warrior's too, only smaller and more precise than his own, and he trusted her as dearly as if she were blood. He would not have asked her to do this. The look on her face told him that she knew what she risked, and he could not have dissuaded her anyway if he tried.
He did not want to try, if it meant that Loki would suffer a little less to be free of what he had wrought. "I will hold him." Thor managed, a waver in his voice. "Sif..." It did not seem right to thank her for this. He met her eyes. "Return quickly."
When he read the word Loki fumbled to write, Thor's arm tightened around his brother. His answer was there. Perhaps if Loki wished to be free of him when he was well again, Thor would oblige. He couldn't ask forgiveness for this. He was not worthy of it.