[ What a stupidly ridiculous Thor-ish observation. It prompts a wet hiccup posing as a laugh as Loki drops his forehead back to the middle of a soggy chest and holds on, definitely Not Hugging but refusing to let go as his shoulders shake. With mirth, sure. ]
You great oaf!
[ Being around the other Thor has been pleasant, a way to reminisce of better times in the present, but even he can't measure up to the homesickness that Loki's own brother inspires. He has known he can never return home or even to his own universe, the reborn god in his image must take his place, so to have Thor here, happy to see him as if they never fought ...
Loki doesn't care how foolish he must look, sniffling as he is. Grief and relief war inside his chest, always having been half convinced that should Thor arrive in the Quarantine, he would bear an uru arm aimed in a fist. ]
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You great oaf!
[ Being around the other Thor has been pleasant, a way to reminisce of better times in the present, but even he can't measure up to the homesickness that Loki's own brother inspires. He has known he can never return home or even to his own universe, the reborn god in his image must take his place, so to have Thor here, happy to see him as if they never fought ...
Loki doesn't care how foolish he must look, sniffling as he is. Grief and relief war inside his chest, always having been half convinced that should Thor arrive in the Quarantine, he would bear an uru arm aimed in a fist. ]
I can't bear you, I really can't.