Loki flinched from the approximation of touch just as much as he would from actual contact. It was as though he could feel Thor's fingers across the space that divided them, thick and cloying with sentiment that stuck to him like honey and seeped through the cracks in his defences.
He hated Thor. He must. For hatred was so much easier to bear than love. Hatred for betrayal so much simpler than forgiveness for ignorance.
"Do not speak to me in lies and think to pass them off as truths. What of your banishment? Were you not a man grown when you threatened war with Jotunheim? Were you still but a boy then? Your childhood years had passed you, your majority reached." Loki's hands balled into fists at his sides. "I would have destroyed them, I could have done what you would never have had the intelligence to conceive of, and you are the worthy heir?!"
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He hated Thor. He must. For hatred was so much easier to bear than love. Hatred for betrayal so much simpler than forgiveness for ignorance.
"Do not speak to me in lies and think to pass them off as truths. What of your banishment? Were you not a man grown when you threatened war with Jotunheim? Were you still but a boy then? Your childhood years had passed you, your majority reached." Loki's hands balled into fists at his sides. "I would have destroyed them, I could have done what you would never have had the intelligence to conceive of, and you are the worthy heir?!"