Thor had had a hard day. He had returned from a solo mission against two brothers with a fancy toy. Now all the Avengers were assembled for supper. They were having steak. Thor wasn't really paying attention. He was distracted by the fact that the last time he had had steak was with Loki, when the trickster tried to show him a new spell and accidently set his beard on fire. Thor was cutting his steak absentmindedly.

"Hey Goldilocks! Don't ruin my table." Tony called out.

Thor looked down and saw that he had cut through his plate as well as his steak. He sighed and got up to put his food in the garbage. On the way to the kitchen, he tripped and caught himself on the doorframe. When he took back his hand, he saw that he had left the imprint of his fist on the wall.

"Take it easy! Think of the poor walls, Point break." Tony said.

Suddenly a memory echoed through Thor's head:

"I hate you!" Loki shouted. He was clutching the arm that Thor had hit while training.

"I am truly sorry, brother. You must become a stronger warrior."

"You are a monster! You break everything you touch."

"I… I think I will retire to my room for the night." Thor was on the verge of tears.

The Avengers watched him leave in confusion. Then Bruce got up and followed him.

As he walked down the hallway to go check on Thor, Bruce heard a crack. He knocked on the Asgardian's door and let himself in.

Mjolnir was dropped carelessly on the floor and Thor was sitting on the bed. The headboard was destroyed from when Thor had apparently thrown his helmet onto the bed.

The god himself looked crushed. His shoulders slumped in defeat. He stared at the floor. Bruce didn't say anything.

"What were you thinking about?" Bruce sat down on the bed near Thor.

"Loki."

They sat in scilence for another minute.

Thor continued:

"When Odin came home with a bundle of blankets and told me I had a little brother, he also said that I had a duty to care for and train him. So, he would be a warrior worthy of Valhalla. When we trained together, I pushed him to absurd lengths. I wanted to make him strong. He thought I was showing off. He was angry and bitter, but I missed it all. I could have helped him." Thor waved an arm in the direction of the smashed headboard, "But he was right. I break everything I touch."

"What was it?" Bruce asked, "That reminded you of him."

"Today I was fighting two brothers. They were common criminals, the foulest humans, but when one was in danger the other came back to help him at the risk of his own life. Something I failed to do."

Bruce sighed: "Remember on the helicarrier, when I said Loki was insane? And you jumped to his defence? That felt like a brotherly instinct to me."

Silence.

Bruce went on: "But you are a crown prince. You had to make the difficult choice to fight your brother for the good of the realms. When you told us he was adopted, I had the feeling, and correct me if I'm wrong, that you were trying to convince yourself that you had no reason to care about him.

My advice is to try and heal the rift with Loki. Is there a particular activity you enjoyed together as children that you could still do now?"

"Dr. Banner you are a genius! My brother used to love a certain book of stories. He even gave me a copy for my 15,000th birthday. I shall go and read it to him. Thank you, Dr. Banner!"

Thor ran up to the roof as Bruce went down to the kichen.

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