[ Loki stares, wide-eyed and uncomprehending, watching his hands move. He can detect no frost, no terrible burn. Had this been another lie of Asgard's, a phantom fear of monsters. Slowly, his fingers uncurl themselves with a shiver. At Thor's remark, there is a flicker in those red eyes, wry humor showing briefly. ]
You know they're not comparable.
[ Still, he slides his hands down to press them against Thor's knuckles. ]
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You know they're not comparable.
[ Still, he slides his hands down to press them against Thor's knuckles. ]