This is awful. Loki isn't sure what to do except continue to hold on, curling around Thor as if he could deflect the suffering, the tears with a blend of willpower and his own body.
A few years ago, he might have exulted in Thor's misery (though perhaps not, considering the source), but now it hurts. "You tried," he answers softly, knowing not how Thor might have gone about it, nor how close he might have come to success, but...
...well, it's Thor. He could have arrived unarmed in a bunny suit and Loki would still assume he tried his damnedest to fight Thanos. That's just who he is.
"We all tried," he adds, thinking of his own efforts, and also, more warily, of those of the Avengers around them, to whom he dares not speak. Neither Natasha nor Steve would welcome his sympathies, and he does not know the raccoon at all.
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A few years ago, he might have exulted in Thor's misery (though perhaps not, considering the source), but now it hurts. "You tried," he answers softly, knowing not how Thor might have gone about it, nor how close he might have come to success, but...
...well, it's Thor. He could have arrived unarmed in a bunny suit and Loki would still assume he tried his damnedest to fight Thanos. That's just who he is.
"We all tried," he adds, thinking of his own efforts, and also, more warily, of those of the Avengers around them, to whom he dares not speak. Neither Natasha nor Steve would welcome his sympathies, and he does not know the raccoon at all.