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Thor hadn’t seen much of Loki since they settled in New Asgard. They shared a house, but Thor had yet to get more than a rare glance at him. Since taking on managing the weekly travel reports, Loki was either holed up in his room or out collecting data. Thor did his best to remedy the situation with a half-hearted effort of making coffee in the morning, but Loki was either heading out or stumbling in, each time with an excuse at the ready.
Thor contemplated knocking on Loki’s room door, but at the sight of the steadily glowing wards stamped around the doorframe, Thor decided against it.
Thor speculated that his brother's skirting absence was somehow tied to his time on Sakaar. They’d escaped just fine, but Loki seemed to still harbor something about it; every time it was mentioned, Loki would tense and do his best to steer the conversation to anything else.
He hadn’t given it much thought until he passed Loki’s room a week later.
Loki’s door was closed and the wards sent their usual green glow in the dark hallway. But unlike other nights, they flickered dangerously, making the hallway look haunted.
The sight of the flickering wards made Thor squint in confusion, but knew enough about his brother and magic to be unbothered by it.
But what made him stop was the noise from Loki’s room.
Thor stared at the door, listening, about to chalk it up to the swish of the curtains or the wind from the open windows. Loki always slept with his windows open.
It had been years since he shared a room with Loki, but he still recognized that noise. Thor had woken up to it and comforted it more times than he could count.
But the small noise came again, followed by what Thor knew to be Loki’s inhale, ending with another breathy shudder.
Thor’s chest turned to stone.
Loki was crying.
Thor swallowed nervously as he stood outside his brother’s room. The door loomed over him, but there was no mistaking that noise. He raised his hand in a frozen knock, wondering the best way to go about this.
Finally, he let his knuckles fall carefully against the smooth, wooden door as he knocked.
The noises stopped abruptly and the wards around the doorway sharpened and steadied, no longer flickering. The sudden silence shook Thor.
Maybe he should have left it alone.
But there was no mistaking that inhale and shudder. He was too sure to walk away.
“Loki? Is…Are you alright?” Thor kept his voice to a stage-whisper.
The silence from Loki’s room spoke volumes.
Still, the last thing Thor was going to do was leave Loki alone; he yearned to at least talk to his brother, and if he was crying…all the more reason to figure out why. He pressed a hand over the handle, as if it was the closest thing to comforting his brother.
Thor forced himself to continue.
“I…We haven’t spoken much since Sakaar and I, I was thinking we could talk?” Thor tried his best to not think about how unpolished and jumbled his words were, but he listened for anything in response.
None came and Thor leaned his forehead against the door. “Brother, I–” The words stuck in his throat and Thor had to swallow to continue. “I’m worried about you.”
The room stayed silent and Thor’s heart sank.
Then, a second later, the wards faded. The lock of the door clicked open.
Thor swung open the door slowly, as if a movement too fast would spook Loki. In the dark room, he could barely make out Loki sitting up in bed.
As he got closer, he realized Loki was hugging a pillow. He gripped it tightly, almost in anger.
“Loki? What’s…What happened?” Thor took residence on the end of Loki’s bed. Although Loki’s room still lacked style, Thor spied a few new books stacked next to the bed and could feel the familiar slip of Loki’s silk sheets under the blanket as he sat.
Loki’s tear-stained face looked back at him with a hardness Thor hadn’t expected.
“What? Here to tell me more about how predictable I’ve become?” Loki spat, but it didn’t have enough venom to it as he wiped his face with the side of his hand. “Or to ask, yet again, what my fate was on that cursed planet?”
“Loki, if you’re unhappy here,” Thor started and Loki turned his face away. Thor went on anyway. “We can make arrangements for you. Maybe Sakaar was better for you. Maybe you need something to rule after all.”
Loki slowly met Thor’s eyes and Thor was shocked how they nearly glowed green in the dark room with untapped fury.
“I’ll never step foot on that planet again unless it is to lay waste to everyone upon it,” Loki growled. “They are lucky for my mercy.”
Thor cocked his head. “I thought…I thought you were among the favored.”
Loki didn’t avert his eyes. “I was. But it came at a price.”
Thor realized how little he knew about Loki’s time there; he was almost scared to ask what he meant.
Loki said nothing in response, but flicked his hand.
Thor was used to something appearing, but nothing happened.
Loki creased his forehead in concentration and flicked his hand again.
“Your magic,” Thor realized slowly.
That’s why the wards were flickering. Loki’s magic was failing.
Loki shuddered from the effort before trying again, groaning in defeat as his magic failed him. Frustrated tears leaked from his eyes and Loki sniffled. “It’s not…it’s never taken this long.” Loki kept his gaze elsewhere and said these words absently, as if he’d forgotten Thor was there.
Thor scooted closer to Loki. “What happened there? Did they do something to you?” Thor didn’t understand his brother’s magic as well as his own, but he’d never seen Loki struggle with it, let alone be exhausted to tears by it.
Whatever had happened with Loki’s magic took force.
The thought made Thor’s chest constrict.
Loki stared down at his hands. “It’s never taken this long to return.” He pulled in an unsteady breath. “Even at the worst times, it never felt so…unobtainable. And now–” He broke off and flicked his hand and cursed when nothing happened. Another sob broke out of him and he pressed his palms against his eyes.
Thor moved ever so slowly, but he reached for his brother’s hands. Carefully, he guided them away from Loki’s eyes and pulled Loki in for a hug.
Loki caved against Thor, his hands shaking as a new sobs choked him.
“It’ll be okay, brother,” Thor assured. “It’ll be okay.”
Thor rubbed comforting circles on his brother’s back, keeping a slow rhythm. Slowly, slowly, Loki carefully relaxed against him as the tense parts of his back unlocked and loosened.
It had been years since Thor had seen Loki cry, and even longer since he’d seen Loki sob. But, Thor held Loki close like he did all those years ago, assuring him in the same way he did then that everything would be okay.
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