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“Listen to me, Brother – “ Thor started, palm cradling the juncture of Loki’s pale face and his long, elegant neck, before he was swept abruptly by a force akin to a soft gale of wind a summer night in Jotunheim; Thor went with it, a hand outstretched towards his brother, still.
He scarcely heard Loki’s mutter, “I’m listening,” silver tongue always ready for a comeback; always both to goad and break, but for Thor every word from his brother’s lips always whispered of love.
The Thunderer nearly wept then, You always were, my Brother, always listening to me, for me.’
He let the momentum of the man encased in red iron carry them to the ground, dirt dusting up clouds around them, only one thought ringing around his mind.
Wait for me, Loki.