[ Loki laughs softly, the corner of his eyes crinkling. The laughter dies quickly in the faint artificial light of the elevator. Loki squeezes Thor's arm and even lets his hand rest there, comforted by the steady strength in his brother's veins. ]
You always were a glutton for punishment. Don't expect me to read stories by your bedside if you fall ill.
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You always were a glutton for punishment. Don't expect me to read stories by your bedside if you fall ill.