Thor nodded a little, watching a she cleaned away the blood with his hands curled at his sides. It looked less horrific with the gore gone and the wounds partly healed beneath, but it would scar still and there was little to be done for that. He didn't carry healing crystals in the halls of his own home.

He tensed as Loki began to stir, but when his brother's eyes met his he saw nothing there but confusion. Perhaps Loki thought he was dreaming. When he took Sif's hand Thor's eyebrows rose again, then drew together, a small frown tugging at his lips. There was a spark of something there he didn't quite understand; mixed relief, surprise, and something sharper that hurt.

Thor folded his arms across his chest and turned to Sif. "Perhaps you should lie with him. I don't think he plans to return your hand to you until he wakes."