*slight frustration due to Loki’s tone* I am serious.
Prove that you’re serious, then.
Is that all it takes to please you? Well, then. *moves closer to Loki, a playful smirk on his face*
*with an oblivious tone* Oh, well, yes, I am sure of it, brother. Believe me. I regret the time I have missed without you near me.
Do you? I can certainly tell. *His tone has the slightest bit of sarcasm*
*slight frustration due to Loki’s tone* I am serious.
Thor. You’re right on time.
Greetings. I am CLU, possibly the newest member of the Avengers.
I suppose greetings are in order for you, as well. CLU, you say?
That’s right. I come from a another realm as well.
You do not say?! Interesting. In which realm do you belong to?
*quietly* I am sorry. For walking out again. I did not mean for it to happen. It was not suppose to happen.
….*He lowers his gaze and he speaks quietly* You will not like what you’ve left behind.
*with an oblivious tone* Oh, well, yes, I am sure of it, brother. Believe me. I regret the time I have missed without you near me.
…I must say one thing. If you are— willing to listen.
Fine.
*quietly* I am sorry. For walking out again. I did not mean for it to happen. It was not suppose to happen.
*stares before glancing away* I am well.
I can see that. *His tone is the slightest bit snappy.*
…I must say one thing. If you are— willing to listen.
Hello, brother. I suppose it has been…sometime since we have last spoken to one another.
Yes. It certainly has been, Thor.
Yes. …I see you are…well?
I suppose I am. *Clears his throat through clenched teeth* And what of you?
*stares before glancing away* I am well.
Thor. You’re right on time.
Greetings. I am CLU, possibly the newest member of the Avengers.
I suppose greetings are in order for you, as well. CLU, you say?
Hello, brother. I suppose it has been…sometime since we have last spoken to one another.
Yes. It certainly has been, Thor.
Yes. …I see you are…well?
Thor faintly growled at Loki’s hands over his chest as the trickster tried his best to shove him away. Instead, Thor looked away in annoyance, still holding tightly onto Loki’s arm as he managed to keep him in his place.
“Brother…” Thor whispered sharply, just faint enough for Loki to hear before his eyes darted back to him. The thunderer had hoped the glance would be enough to silence him, to stop Loki from speaking any further. However, even that line of thinking seemed crazed. Instead of being patient, Thor simply peeled his fingers away from Loki’s upper arm and slowly slid his hand towards Loki’s back, until it slid up against the other’s shoulder.
“I was away from you for a mere, few minutes…” Thor reminded Loki, his head tilted down just close enough that his forehead faintly brushed against his. Despite the gesture, Thor’s voice was stern, almost biting.Loki’s breathing had begun to shake as Thor’s hand moved. He swallowed thickly, wanting to shout, to thrash against him, to break from his grasp. All he could do was stand there, feeling the Thunderer’s large, warm hands against him, feeling their faces inch closer and closer.
Despite himself, Loki’s eyes fluttered shut, his eyebrows knit tightly together. His mind was spinning and he couldn’t seem to grasp onto what was happening and what had happened. The dream was slowly beginning to fade and he could only remember slight bits.
“No, you—…you were leaving, that’s..that’s what you said, I—I heard you..” Loki’s voice was weak now, shaking and uncertain.
Loki was bitter, Loki was delusional.
Thor remained silent, his calloused fingers skimming gently over Loki’s back, his fingernails softly running over his skin. He stared at his brother even though Loki’s eyes had been shut, as if the trickster was ignoring him. As if Loki was trying to block out reality and scrape up the last remaining images of his dream, to salvage any proof to use against Thor.
“Loki…” Thor murmured thickly, both of his hands now perched on both of Loki’s shoulders. “I am not leaving you. Listen—! Look at me! Loki! I am not leaving you. Please. Understand.”
Thor tilted his head down further, just close enough that his mouth almost brushed up against Loki’s jaw, his hands squeezing over Loki’s shoulders before racing down towards the middle of his back, to keep him in place, to hold him there.