Grimacing with a choked cry of betrayal and pain, Thor ripped his burned hands away from his brother's arms. How had Loki not burned his arms by doing that, as well? Had his seidr protected him? Had he just not cared?

Crouched over as he panted in pain, Thor's eyes searched the true face of the man before him. The seafoam green was still discernible in those red eyes, turning Loki's irises more of an amber-brown within the rest of his eyes. The raised marks were a little unexpected, but Thor had already seen hints of them, once before.

"You are my brother," Thor insisted, panting from the pain. "And I already knew. I hoped you might find a less painful way to show me. Are you hurt, as well?"

The burns, however painful, would only take a few hours to heal for an Aesir. But they'd be a painful few hours, and in the meantime Thor couldn't use either of his hands very well.