[ Of all the reactions Thor might've expected from Loki, it wasn't this: one who reaches to help when he's falling, one who doesn't laugh at him, or promise to keep a secret only to tell it later, but gives an answer that rings too honest to be faking.

Seems fake. But there's a surprising honesty to it that Thor wants to believe, and so he's is equally honest in his gratitude. ]

Thank you.

[ Grateful and shamed, and still pissed off, but there's nothing he can do about any of it right now. He takes a seat next to this new, young-feeling Loki, exhausted by his own anger, directionless. Well, directionless except where he's always headed, which these days, is in search of everything he lost. He glances sideways at Loki, obvious in looking him over. Still favoring green and gold, though this new look is.... interesting. ]

So this is you now? Kindness, caring. ...I like it.

[ Even if it's fake, even if this Loki is some monster badly imitating his brother, his whole story of resurrection a tightly woven lie... What's the harm in enjoying it while it lasts? Thor takes the can of soda from Loki's hand (thanks for that, he's parched after all that kicking), but as he raises it to his lips, before he drinks, he thinks to add. ]

Not that there was anything wrong with you before, or the brother I know. I mean, besides the whole killing, and stabbing, and obsession with rule.