In their younger days, a confession like that would have gotten a suspicious look from Thor, and quite possibly a mistrustful gaze at the zucchini loaf he's been gifted. While the side glance that Thor gives to his brother is indeed a dubious one, there's an air of playfulness about it, more like sharing a private in-joke among family, and he nudges his shoulder up against Loki's.
He's still going to cut the loaf into slices before eating it, but that's just being practical.
There's something strangely nostalgic about sitting here with his brother, speaking of matters of the heart, though they've never really done so before. Not like this. Perhaps they should have, ages ago, when they'd reached an age to care about such things. But then, much of Thor's interests had lain more in brief dalliances, nothing that would last past the night, uninterested in attaching himself to any of the eligible young ladies that were introduced to him. He'd known then that their families had a mind for politics more than love, and he'd considered such things a problem for Future Thor to deal with.
Well, here he is now, older and wiser. So perhaps he was right all along, in some way.
Loki's question draws a brief, surprised chuckle from him. "No, neither. I was in no mind for affection either time." His smile fades slightly, picking at the cream soda's label again as he thinks. "It was later. After... I failed to claim Mjolnir." After Loki had come to visit him in his exile, though Thor does not say as much. Those ghosts have been laid to rest, as far as he's concerned. "Selvig took me to drown my sorrows, and Jane was waiting when we returned. SHIELD had taken her research and she was devastated by the loss of her work, and I was likewise unable to sleep, so we built a fire and sat under the stars."
"I'd stolen her notebook from the SHIELD compound, and when I returned it, I saw the light in her eyes. That was the first time I ever truly saw her, beyond simply what aid she could give me. She was curious of the universe outside her world, and brilliant and tenacious enough to chase the stars. She was kind and generous, giving me food and clothing and a place to sleep though I could not repay her, even when she thought me mad. She was fearless and passionate, her mind open to learning truth no matter how strange her people thought it. She saw me for the mortal man I was and wished only to know more, uncaring if I was a god or not."
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He's still going to cut the loaf into slices before eating it, but that's just being practical.
There's something strangely nostalgic about sitting here with his brother, speaking of matters of the heart, though they've never really done so before. Not like this. Perhaps they should have, ages ago, when they'd reached an age to care about such things. But then, much of Thor's interests had lain more in brief dalliances, nothing that would last past the night, uninterested in attaching himself to any of the eligible young ladies that were introduced to him. He'd known then that their families had a mind for politics more than love, and he'd considered such things a problem for Future Thor to deal with.
Well, here he is now, older and wiser. So perhaps he was right all along, in some way.
Loki's question draws a brief, surprised chuckle from him. "No, neither. I was in no mind for affection either time." His smile fades slightly, picking at the cream soda's label again as he thinks. "It was later. After... I failed to claim Mjolnir." After Loki had come to visit him in his exile, though Thor does not say as much. Those ghosts have been laid to rest, as far as he's concerned. "Selvig took me to drown my sorrows, and Jane was waiting when we returned. SHIELD had taken her research and she was devastated by the loss of her work, and I was likewise unable to sleep, so we built a fire and sat under the stars."
"I'd stolen her notebook from the SHIELD compound, and when I returned it, I saw the light in her eyes. That was the first time I ever truly saw her, beyond simply what aid she could give me. She was curious of the universe outside her world, and brilliant and tenacious enough to chase the stars. She was kind and generous, giving me food and clothing and a place to sleep though I could not repay her, even when she thought me mad. She was fearless and passionate, her mind open to learning truth no matter how strange her people thought it. She saw me for the mortal man I was and wished only to know more, uncaring if I was a god or not."