"…How did you get here?" after a silent minute Loki his brother asked detachedly.

"Car." He turned to the door.

"Didn't know you could drive," dryly comments – paused, shut weary his eyes – he ought not leave not from there lest Rogers see him.

"Didn't know. You'd acquired a partner." Swiftly snaps hissing sternly:

"Don't," faced his brother a lethal look in his gaze stressing firmly: "You don't talk about him. You do-"

"I like him," Thor interjected quite calmly, silencing a rather still confused Loki. He gives a nod eyes declining. "I understand why, despite his being a huntsman." Clear enough isn't it? How could a person come to know him and give care to what he is or what he does – is Loki's prompt mental answer.

"Lovely," shot back seeking to conclude but also warning, implicative then asking: "Will you be driving back or shall I apparate you to the village?"

"Won't you come with me?" puzzled Thor asked, before more sullen adding: "See her." Loki tensed very visibly, glanced down frowned face furrowed. He quietly, stiffly murmured:

"…Not…now."

…Thor gave a nod pretending to be understanding, asudden then started: "...Please don't,

don't leave me again." Greens at the tone so mournful snapped saw Thor blink trying to compose himself stating more soundly: "At least give me some way to reach you- I…" failed then shakily sighed it's been, too long, he can't…

…Loki took a deep breath, approached him. Thor's eyes from his were wayward and by his state and his words a great deal disconcerted, and hurt, Loki put a firm hand to his older brother's shoulder, the brother who surpassed him in strength and composure, so discomposed, so desperate. To see him this way, he whom as children he'd cling to and feel safe, protected, cared for.

…It broke him.

…He owes him.

Wordless into his arms Loki pulled him shocked him so that Thor was shook to his core and his tears fell promptly, pulling close his brother clinging he then and tightly. Loki's own heart ached both pained, and relieved, and alike his tears rolled slowly.

So long, so long it had been it all comes back as though for years, years even before Loki'd known of his true heritage they were distant he was bitter, he was jealous – how? How – nothing, nothing in that minute mattered more than the bond they'd once shared pleading to be restored and steeled, and prioritized above anything that'd counter.

Loki sniffed steeled himself then asked him: "Do you have a phone?" pulling back and Thor nodded, shoved a fumbling hand into his worn pair of grey jeans' right front pocket. He extended the small device and Loki took it, pressing button after the next, holds out the cell and on the screen Thor sees he's added a new contact with a number and his name. He smiled weakly but genuinely, and briefly so did Loki.

Taking back his phone Loki touched then his arm, gripped stating: "This might feel unpleasant," confused a great deal Thor, who hadn't time to ask nor register when Loki'd apparated them to the woodline by the village. He panting stumbled and Loki held him up, tensed himself to then acknowledge his surroundings,

that he'd returned,

as he half-conscious assured him: "Give it a minute." Some seconds then Thor's breathing'd steadied and he stood his ground nodded when Loki asked him: "Good?"

"Yes, yes." Loki let him go, halted thoughts spoke before reclining, faceless, quiet:

"…Show me. The grave."