"I'm so sorry."
"For what?" you'd ask.
"I'm not sure."
A sneer, and you'd shake your head. "You're not just a fool, you're weak. I'm not sorry about anything I ever did or said to you."
"It doesn't matter, Loki. I'm not fishing for an apology. But it's important that you know this."
"Because we're all that's left now. Of Asgard, of our family. We only have each other."
"And that's enough for you, Thor?"
"It is. Of course it is."
And in your silence, I'd dream that future for a second."