They have not seen each other in at least fifty. They have not touched in many more, even in battle. They have, each of them, held themselves aloof from the other, giving nothing. Thor wonders if there is anything left to give. Loki may not know it, but he gave Loki everything he had in him years ago. And so while he will always harbor hatred for Loki, Thor knows that he only hates his brother so well because he loves him so much. There is a brush against his hand, flesh against flesh, and the shock of Loki’s skin against his makes his eyes fly open. Very, very gently, Loki slides his palm against Thor’s and slips his fingers around Thor’s hand. For a long time, Thor doesn’t move. Midgard could have burned around him, and he would have remained still. And then, just as gently, he takes Loki’s hand in turn, and the thrill of his brother’s hand in his is love enough. (x)
It’s easier for them, for these children who were raised among the struggle, to believe in a world that is ruled by blood and arms
We were raised together, we played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?
i’m not your brother! i never was!