[ Loki already has his answer. He always had his answer, even when the backdrop changes. When suns flee the skies, when worlds crumble, Loki's answer would not change. It is the only certainty he carries, a single seed in a garden of poisoned dreams. He reaches out, cupping Thor's face with the smallest hint of tenderness, so light it might just shatter like a dream on an eyelid. ]
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Equals. I wanted us to be equals.