She paced when she was nervous.

He pretended not to be when he very much was.

“Loki—he and I were the only ones to ever have success against the Elves. I need him here, now…”

She caught his wrist as he walked towards the door, and pulled him back.

“Think, Thor…”

“I have!”

Stalemate. As usual; this is always how it was, when his little brother was involved.

“He can’t be trusted.”

“He knows the price he will pay for betrayal.”

“Why give him the chance?”

“He’s my brother, Ororo.”

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice—“

“I have no time for this—“

“Make some, because trusting him could kill you.”

He considered her, but as soon as he kissed her she knew he’d made up his mind.

He returned at dawn, and she was gone.