[ Loki feels himself crumpling, piece by piece as he struggles not to wrap his own arms around Thor, to lean into his brother's warmth. He is undeserving, pathetic even at the end of days. That was his song, his final voice. But other people . . . they were not tired of him. He shudders. ]
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I was the worst. The utter worst.
. . . But I didn't want to go.