I'm not going to stuff my fingers in your gross empty socket, stupid. [ Sympathy stains his tone, easing the jab of his words as Loki's soft fingertips brush lightly around the cavernous scar. ] Don't look so worried ...

[ The gentle touch traces where a brow used to be, thumb skimming where the formerly soft skin underneath Thor's eye has been weathered by his injury. Loki's expression is thoughtful, tinged with sorrow as he shakes his head. ]

When my brother lost his left arm I thought how cruel that was, his hammer-arm gone. He bears his Unworthiness worse, however. But this ...

I would never have wanted this to happen to you, of all Thors.