[Thor doesn't press for words to fill the silence. He's patient, waiting for Loki to withdraw from himself and talk.

His lips press into a thin line, hearing it. It becomes apparent that Loki has monsters Thor can't fight for him, just as Thor has problems Loki can't soothe with words.

It doesn't matter how far they stray, Loki is a familiar comfort. His words hold weight for Thor, they mean more than anyone else's. He aches, knowing Loki is afraid and he's powerless, but he's right to worry that they may never come back from whatever happens back home.]

Perhaps for once, Loki needs to be brave and Thor needs to be clever? [His voice still has a strain to it, like he needs to convince himself as much as Loki.

He circles him, planting his hands on his shoulders to grip them firmly.]

You've come so far now, further than even I thought you could. [He squeezes his shoulders, then releases them.] You can keep going.