Because he knows despair. Because he knows what it is to lose oneself, and fall to pieces. Because he knows what it is realize there is no going back.
Because he has been buried.
Loki stays close while Thor finishes his broth, talking of nothing, just a lazy flow of words that he knows Thor is not listening to, nor does he need to be. The sound of his brother's voice, tranquil and soft, will do more than any language. He might even be reciting poetry at points, or the lyrics to old lullabies.
His hands are busy, though, and when Thor lies down and starts to relax, he sits next to the bed and wraps an herbal compress around his shoulder and the stump of his arm. It smells like summer, and it's warm, and he tucks blankets up around it to keep it from cooling.
While Thor sleeps, Loki will dispatch an illusion to check on the refugees, to order fresh clothing to be brought for Thor, and a few other errands. Otherwise he will not leave his side, nor will he sleep, seated beside him as if in some kind of vigil, conducted by the dead, for the living who tried so hard to save them.
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Because he has been buried.
Loki stays close while Thor finishes his broth, talking of nothing, just a lazy flow of words that he knows Thor is not listening to, nor does he need to be. The sound of his brother's voice, tranquil and soft, will do more than any language. He might even be reciting poetry at points, or the lyrics to old lullabies.
His hands are busy, though, and when Thor lies down and starts to relax, he sits next to the bed and wraps an herbal compress around his shoulder and the stump of his arm. It smells like summer, and it's warm, and he tucks blankets up around it to keep it from cooling.
While Thor sleeps, Loki will dispatch an illusion to check on the refugees, to order fresh clothing to be brought for Thor, and a few other errands. Otherwise he will not leave his side, nor will he sleep, seated beside him as if in some kind of vigil, conducted by the dead, for the living who tried so hard to save them.