Drawing his hand back slowly, Thor spent a moment to glance between it and Loki. He'd wrenched away from him. Not even with so much as a shove to the chest, as he had before. Just honestly pulled away with viciousness and it was as though he'd somehow lost Loki again.

With a voice weighed down by sorrow, Thor insisted, "This is a dream. It must be. I saw you die. I held you as you died. This cannot be. You do not hate me. You cannot."

Denial, obvious and devastated and confused.

Standing as well, Thor stayed where he was. Loki definitely had his attention.