He's never seen Thor like this. Even in his worst moments there was confidence. Determination. Underlying power even in the face of a setback.
He's never seen Thor defeated, he realizes dully. Forgive me, he tells the Norns silently. I did not realize what I was being spared.
Half the universe gone? He had a good idea what that would have looked like, even before it happened. But Thor so utterly broken and lost? Only in his worst waking nightmares has he seen anything of this kind.
He reaches for him impulsively, not caring about the dust on his skin that Loki already knows was people, and he pulls Thor close, gripping the back of his neck with one hand to stabilize him. "Three hundred and fourteen," he answers weakly, knowing it's a small number, too small, small enough to break Thor worse, but unable to lie.
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He's never seen Thor defeated, he realizes dully. Forgive me, he tells the Norns silently. I did not realize what I was being spared.
Half the universe gone? He had a good idea what that would have looked like, even before it happened. But Thor so utterly broken and lost? Only in his worst waking nightmares has he seen anything of this kind.
He reaches for him impulsively, not caring about the dust on his skin that Loki already knows was people, and he pulls Thor close, gripping the back of his neck with one hand to stabilize him. "Three hundred and fourteen," he answers weakly, knowing it's a small number, too small, small enough to break Thor worse, but unable to lie.
And it's something. Isn't it?
"Mostly children."