For a moment that Thor could swear drew out far longer than it did, he watched his little brother. Loki had just burned him, and tell me how you believe that would end didn't exactly sound hopeful. But Thor was too devoted, too stubborn and loving, than to ever stop when he saw a chance before him such as this.

Three seconds passed, no more. Then the Thunderer had gathered his brother up in his arms. Yes, he feared being stabbed or burned. It didn't make any sense logically, but it was the only answer that he felt was right.

The rest he'd not bother to lie about. They could have that discussion after this moment. For now, the moment itself seemed like answer enough.