[ His thoughts do not follow Loki's down these dark paths; he is holding him, and his brother is still within his arms, succumbing to the embrace, and what more can matter now but that there is this fragile peace between them, what more than this can he wish for? --To be embraced in return, perhaps, but he will take this much and be glad for it, desiring wholeheartedly the surrender of contentment. What world, what branching of Yggdrasil exists where he is furious with his brother, pained and grieved and raging at him, dragging him back to the prison of Asgard that he has so contemptuously slipped? It is far from him, very far, in this place which soothes and seduces him, where sentiment is greater than anger could ever be. ]

There is no power which can take so much from us; and if there is, and if it does, we will take it back.

[ He dares to tangle his fingers in his brother's hair, to stroke carefully through the strands. How did he come here, then, if it is true and his seidr is gone from him? Did he escape? He assumed, of course, and yet-- ]

Was it Father who sent you here? [ Perhaps Odin could bind him; Thor is not sure. ] Are you exiled?