The teasing is comforting in its familiarity, though there's another dull stab of grief at the reminder that he will never have this with his own Loki again. Thor manages a weak smile that doesn't quite reach his eye. "I look good in anything." It is not one of his better retorts, but he has very little left of himself to spare, after the events of today.

Something at the edge of his awareness suggests that there is more to Loki's words than what is there on the surface, but Thor is too tired and bereaved to think of what that might be. All that matters right now is that he will not wake to discover this has all been some cruel dream, something his damaged mind has hallucinated to taunt him with after his grievous failure. "Yes."

As Loki predicted, he does not bother with the biscuits at all, but he does eventually finish the broth. By then, the painkillers have begun to do their work, muffling the aches and pains everywhere but his heart, heavy with guilt. But that is not enough to keep him upright any longer, so he settles more deeply into the bedding and listens to Loki breathe as sleep slowly descends on him.