"Yes, brother, it is gone. You do not have to remind me," Thor snapped in return.

Thor downed his drink and threw the cup to the side, not caring where it landed. Turning away from Loki, he stomped over to a table to find another. He knew how Loki had felt about home, that it wasn't his home and he did not care for it or their father. Still, it was home to Thor. And like it or not, it was gone. He did not need Loki to point that out so harshly or so repeatedly.

"It's acceptable," he muttered, taking a long swig of something, not even knowing what he was drinking.