Loki is the planner between the two of us - and that has her lips press together in a tight line, brows going up. With her hands on her hips, staring up at him expectantly to backtrack, to pivot that line away from its implication, it's easy to see why even Loki folded to her.
And staring up at him as she fumbles, she feels that echo of a thought in herself:
I always wanted my brother back, too.
"Have you learned nothing from your own Loki? Trust is dangerous." She searches his eyes for the truth of that. "Like a dagger slid between your ribs. Only you don't have to worry I'd stab you in the back. I'd carve your heart out while staring you down, Thor."
It sounds like a threat, but there's a sadness in the way she says it. Remembers kissing Loki, and shoving him through the door back to the TVA. Denying him the opportunity to be there for her, to catch her when she fell.
“Oh, he taught me not to trust him. He taught me that over, and over, and over.” There’s an equal weary sadness in Thor’s voice as he admits this: hints at all the many times he’d been betrayed and pranked and fooled and embarrassed, in ways both minor and major, petty and devastating. It had taken too long for him to stop hoping. He had felt dense for it; betrayed, for the way his heart was too large and he perpetually extended a hand of friendship to Loki, only to have it bitten to the bone.
Have you truly learned a lesson if you do the same thing again?
“But then, in the end, I took the lesson and I no longer trusted him,” he says. “The last time he tried to betray me, I was ready for it. The irony is, I truly believe we were on better terms after that point. He tried to be better, after that.”
Thor fidgets in his heavy ceremonial armour. And amongst all the heavy emotions of this particular day, an Asgardian funeral with this very peculiar funeral-crasher, a thought does occur to him:
“So, yes, I did learn it was dangerous to trust my brother. But wasn’t rule one that you are not a Loki?”
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And staring up at him as she fumbles, she feels that echo of a thought in herself:
I always wanted my brother back, too.
"Have you learned nothing from your own Loki? Trust is dangerous." She searches his eyes for the truth of that. "Like a dagger slid between your ribs. Only you don't have to worry I'd stab you in the back. I'd carve your heart out while staring you down, Thor."
It sounds like a threat, but there's a sadness in the way she says it. Remembers kissing Loki, and shoving him through the door back to the TVA. Denying him the opportunity to be there for her, to catch her when she fell.
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Have you truly learned a lesson if you do the same thing again?
“But then, in the end, I took the lesson and I no longer trusted him,” he says. “The last time he tried to betray me, I was ready for it. The irony is, I truly believe we were on better terms after that point. He tried to be better, after that.”
Thor fidgets in his heavy ceremonial armour. And amongst all the heavy emotions of this particular day, an Asgardian funeral with this very peculiar funeral-crasher, a thought does occur to him:
“So, yes, I did learn it was dangerous to trust my brother. But wasn’t rule one that you are not a Loki?”