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"Do you remember," Thor begins. The waves have brought the memories back. The smell of salt was on his face and Loki had shivered besides him. Where had they been going, that day? He'd teased the knots from Loki's hair, and Loki had teased him for his patience. There had only been a single cookie left, and the scuffle for it had tossed Loki over the edge. Thor marvels at the memory: a single crumbling cookie. What a thing to fight for. Loki's head had surfaced, and the water had swallowed his curses. Laughing, Thor had reached down –
"What."
When he'd reached over the edge, Loki had grabbed his hand. Thor tries to remember how it had felt, to hold his brother's full weight in his arms and pull him up. He can't. The gesture had been thoughtless.
"We were on a boat," Thor says, haltingly. You took my hand. He doesn't know the words for what he means.
Loki doesn't answer.
Around them the waves lap like the harmony to some long-forgotten song.
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