[Comfort, from Loki. Thor never thought he would see this day. He laughs, a deep rumbling sound, and settles his wide arms around Loki's skinny waist.] It is a comfort to us both, then.

[A comfort, yes, though less Loki's sweet words and more his presence, his very existence. They have been so long together that life without his brother seems unnatural and hollow now. And while Thor misses the presence of all his family and friends, it is only Loki he worries for. He has made too many deals with death gods and goddesses, broken too many vows and forged too many enemies. If he is lost to Thor, he is lost to all. If he dies again, there may be no returning him. Least of all in this place, where Thor's powers are withheld from him.]

[For that reason, he must be careful to keep his brother unharmed. And keeping him close seems the best way to do it. The closer he is, the safer he will be.]

[There may be some other forces at work, as well, snaking insidiously into Thor's thoughts and actions through the chip that violates his mind. But if all it has him do is show his brother love, Thor can hardly argue with it. He would do the same otherwise in Asgardia, or any city else.]

[He urges Loki back by large hands on his sides, thumbs pressed to his ribs, until he is held close, but away enough to see and meet his eyes.] By the nature of this city, I am helpless to save you from harm. You must not be reckless here, Loki. Promise me you will be cautious.