"There. I've got you, Brother." Loki holds onto him tightly, strong enough to support him despite their disparate sizes. He guides them a step or two, then pauses to get out his PINpoint.

"...If I suggested we do 'get help'," Loki says in a voice that's too rough and quivery to sound entirely humorous, "would that make you laugh or cry, or neither?"

He needs to find Sif if he can. She might do a better job at comforting him than Loki can. Still, he's not about to leave Thor's side for this purpose. He fidgets with the PINpoint, then freezes, looking up at Thor in incredulous horror. What's struck him may not be what Thor thought would upset him, though. "I'm sorry, did you just say you held the forge open?? The heart of the star?!"