Well…now it all made sense to him. No wonder Thor had been so angry and filled with rage when he’d landed in Wakanda… when they’d fought with Thanos there and again later on to get their friends back as well. Eveyrone had made it back…. everyone but Loki.
“Thor,” he whisepred softly, pressing against the other’s back and wrapping arms around him, hands resting against the god’s chest. “Thor, I’m so sorry. While I was angry with your brother for what he did here in New York, I never thought him truly evil. I knew he needed help and I suppose I always thought he’d get that help from you. I’m sorry for how he was lost…”
One shaking hand moved to rest over Steve’s hand, blue eyes closed as Thor took a slow breath. “There are traditions I was denied because of that monster. It is not that I’m not happy the others have returned, I was just…I was hoping I would get my brother back as well. He was all I had left from my world.” He turned slowly, arms settling around him as he held Steve. “He had finally found peace but I never expected him to actually martyr himself. He knew he was going to die, but he had to try. He’s always been a kind of solace, a very dear friend even when we were mad at each other and fighting.”
HE laid a kiss on his mate’s hair, eyes closing again. “He was only trying to protect me. It’s a habit neither of us could really break after a thousand years of being there for each other,” A very sad laugh escaped him. the sound weak. “Maybe he didn’t think he would be accepted here, after everything. It’s the only other reason he would have been foolish enough to take Thanos and his minions on his own.”
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