He'd been about to refute Loki's first rant, and about to ask his previous question once more, when his little brother threw out the accusation from their childhood.

"Loki..." Hurting deeply for his little brother, Thor reached out again. His blackened hands were wet with blood, and he couldn't risk actually touching his little brother in this state. But he could approximate it, and Thor definitely wanted to. Reaching a hand forward, Thor cradled it in the shape of Loki's head, leaving a few centimeters of space between.

"When last I swore I would do such a thing, I was a young boy." The elder brother tried to keep the pain out of his voice, but still it reverberated there, deepening his tone with sorrow for the younger one. "And I spoke not of hatred for them. For their military force, yes, and occasionally for their high court and Laufey. But all that was earned."

"I'd not speak so, ever, of you. There is no lie in calling you my brother; there cannot be. Ever have we been raised together, fought together, forming our strengths to defend each others' weaknesses. We grew as a family. What we are cannot change that."