[ ah. thor is not so easily buying what he is selling, this time. he must be very worried indeed.

loki is worried, as well. worried beneath all of the charm and wit and smiles, but it will not do to show it, lest in the process he make himself weak. more often than not, loki's facade exists to keep up his own bravado. but loki worries, yes, because without his godhood who is to say what may become of his brother? loki was born without his powers, he has adapted since the moment he was first brought back to asgard, small and weak amidst powerful giants. one who is born blind adapts far well than one who loses the sight he once possessed.

he stalls, for a moment, his hands curling tightly in thor's grasp. ]

We are at our best when we work together, you and I. Our strengths combined.

[ opening up to thor - there is no point. his brother will only counter him, he will say that he is fine, that he can handle whatever it is that this place can throw at him, thorforce or no thorforce. but can he? loki's mouth sets into a thin line; no, it will not do to doubt his brother. thor will take care of himself, and if not, loki will find a way to save him. ]

But I will do what I can not to put myself in harm's way. You have my word.

[ sorry, thor. but if it comes down to it.. ]