[ It's only a moment he allows himself to take comfort in the living warmth of his brother's arms. It's selfish and cruel, becomes crueler the longer he lets his brother wonder why without knowing. He hates that, not knowing things. As soon as he can make himself loose his hold, Thor laughs, more with forced humor than any real amusement, and there's warmth and sadness more than than laughter in his eyes when he leans away to meet Loki's again. ]

You know.

[ Did he bring the Tesseract here, or was it left on the ship where he's from? Did he even take it at all in the universe he's from? What happened there, is it the same as Thor's only sooner, or another very similar about the fall? And if they are separate, could Thor prevent the tragedy that occurred, the culling of half the universe he carries on his shoulder, just by a few words of warning? Probably not. It didn't matter how many warnings Thor had, did it? He acted the same. And Loki's not so different from Thor as he'd like to believe. He's stubborn, and self-sacrificing when it counts.

With a last pat on Loki's back, Thor pulls away fully, dropping all contact before he loses the strength to let go, and instead he forgets he knows how. His voice lightens with every word he forces through his rough, metal-tasting throat. ]

And you'll do worse now that you're here. You do know we're brought to this place to save realms, brother, not conquer them.