Steve sucked in a quiet breath when Thor spoke of what had upset him. Loki’s death. The other had never spoken of it and Steve had wanted to ask so many times. He knew Thor’s grief was unmatched by anything he’d ever seen in the king before. They made it back inside and Steve tugged Thor into the bathroom to get them both changed and dried off.
“You’ve never told me what happened,” he said quietly. “Maybe sharing it with me will help you in dealing with your grief over his death. I know you sent word that he and Bruce were with you before you arrived on Earth but we never really talked about the rest of it. I’m not pressing you, Thor. You can talk if you feel ready and if not, then I will simply do what I can to help you. But just know, you can always talk to me, no matter what.”
Thor was quiet for a long moment. “I am aware that most of the others believe he was evil…” he began. “But he believed for centuries he was of Asgard and when he found out otherwise, he got lost. It’s how he got mixed in with Thanos to begin with. Being tortured until he promised Thanos something just to make the pain stop. He’s still my brother, no matter how often he’s done terrible things.” He changed slowly, eyes sad as he fought back tears. “His last moments…he made an attempt to kill Thanos on his own.” his hand trembled and he had to rest them on the counter to try and hide it. “I was forced to watch as Thanos…as that monster squeezed the life out of my brother.”
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