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Thor enveloped his little brother in a firm embrace. Loki leaned into him, hiding his face behind the curtain of Thor’s pale hair. Loki’s back heaved and he shuddered, repressing a sob.
“You can cry,” Thor assured him.
Loki raised his head, his expression skeptical. Father taught them never to cry.
“Really?” Loki asked, eyes already moist though he struggled to appear unfeeling.
“Yes. I’ll hold you.”
Loki looked away, then blinked, allowing tears to slide silently down his cheeks.
“Brother,” he wept with sudden intensity, clutching to him. Thor held Loki close, just as he had promised he would.