Thor's gentle touch pained Loki in a way the fierce grip of his hands had not. It burned him, furious and wicked, as if there were poison on the very surface of Thor's skin.

"We all want for things that cannot be."

His words were almost soft and very nearly gentle, in the same way that a knife slid silently between two ribs could be called such, before he wrenched out of that hold and back a few steps.