Choking, Thor released his brother and attempted to remove the blade. But his hands were too badly injured and too wet with blood, than to get a good grasp on the tiny sliver of metal.

He'd meant only to step backwards, away from his little brother. But pained as he was, that step turned into a stagger before his legs gave out entirely.

He didn't answer; he didn't know the words he might answer with. Everything was pain and loss and betrayal. But he wouldn't give up. He didn't know how to give up, and more than that, this was so important.

"...Loki..."