Loki had expected more arguing, because that was what Thor always did. It was as predictable as the Sun rising in the east. And to a certain extent, he'd been looking forward to it, because fighting with Thor was simple, and occasionally even fun because he didn't have to hold back.
But this? He didn't quite know how to react.
Loki stared at his brother, trying to understand what was different about this moment, what had happened that could have made Thor want to listen to something he most certainly would not like to hear.
Something squeezed in Loki's chest, painful and tight, yet good.
He grabbed Thor's sleeve with one hand and leaned forward to rest his forehead against his brother's, his eyes falling half shut. "This is no different from anything else we do," he said quietly. "It's still a battle even if the field is different. And you do not try to go alone or feel tempted by fear there."
Re: Three weeks later
But this? He didn't quite know how to react.
Loki stared at his brother, trying to understand what was different about this moment, what had happened that could have made Thor want to listen to something he most certainly would not like to hear.
Something squeezed in Loki's chest, painful and tight, yet good.
He grabbed Thor's sleeve with one hand and leaned forward to rest his forehead against his brother's, his eyes falling half shut. "This is no different from anything else we do," he said quietly. "It's still a battle even if the field is different. And you do not try to go alone or feel tempted by fear there."