[ and just as quickly, thor is pressing him back, holding him fast with those big hands of his, looking into his face as if he is an open book that his brother can read, but of course he cannot. loki is written in ancient, ever-changing dialects, old or fabricated languages known only to loki, that none others may read, or ever fully comprehend.

but they try. and thor tries. and loki will give him a little. ]

I am always cautious, brother. Well, almost always.

[ surely he is far more reckless than his former self had been, but he is better for it, perhaps. though in the end it spelled his doom, in the end, it ..

.. ah, well. loki raises his hands and presses them to thor's jaws, caging in his face between his cool palms and skinny fingers and loki's smile is warm, reassuring. ]

I will do the best that I can, here, but you must promise me the same. We aren't in Asgardia anymore, Thor, and you are most inconveniently without your godhood; you cannot go smashing things willy-nilly without first thinking about why you are smashing them.