Loki narrowed his eyes at his older brother, jaw clenching for a moment. Easier to let it roil in his gut, to fuel the fire of his rage, but they were past that now, all they had was each other, but Thor didn't seem to agree. Would the Thunderer hear him now, would he see him?

"...it was my home. Odin...Father gave it to me...when he owed me nothing save hatred. It was...a gift I squandered, and only now, when it is too late for him to know, do I see." He swallowed but turned as if to leave after his next comment, unless Thor moves to stop him. "It is not your pain alone. Father and-" his voice broke and he swallowed the emotion that choked him. "-and Mother. I miss them both."