Thor grabbed his neck and shoulders tightly and delved deep into his eyes. "You come home."
Loki stared back. Home? For a moment he remembered the glory of Asgard, the beauty of the castles, of the Bifrost, and the friends he once had. Their faces swam before him, but, they had grown hazy. One face, clearer than the rest, surged forward. His mother. He hadn't seen her face in a while, but looking on it now, he felt the deep constriction of guilt in his stomach. He missed her with everything he had.
He stared into his brother's eyes. He could see the grief that Thor had seen, that Thor had felt. They cared?
Loki laughed quietly at himself. How could they care for a monster?
"I don't have it." He smirked. Was he talking about a home or the Tesseract? He wasn't sure and he didn't care. The faces left his mind again. He had a job, a purpose to fulfill, he was valued in someone's eyes. He had to continue on his path.