"Green may suit me better, but it's certainly not bad on you," he tells him, the mildest of teases, as he straightens the collar of the tunic. He allows himself to be grasped and touched, understanding all too well what must be going on in Thor's head.

Loki should not be gleaning any positive emotion from this at all. Surges of anger and grief and fear continue to wash over him, and worry for Thor is now, he realizes, going to be a constant part of his mental landscape for some time, but then there's the way his brother clings, the way he looks at Loki like he's a lifeline. It feels...good. Intimate.

Comfort by proxy.

"I will stay with you," he says quietly. "If you promise to stay with me."