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[st_ratagem]

“It’s fine, Thor. Shoulder’s back in place, scalp stopped bleeding,” and so much for the idea that the amount of bleeding had been what touched off this particular fit of nerves, “everything else will clear up in a day or so.” Except the ribs, but Loki would have had to be truly brain-damaged to mention broken ribs to his brother.

After being fussed over by Liz and cleaned up enough to feel more or less like a living being instead of an illustration of scrapes, all Loki had wanted to do was go to sleep. But no, Thor had tumbled to the illusion Loki hanging around the battlefield and come running to hang off his actual self. “Did my illusion not tell you to see to your human?”

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[st_ratagem]

“Hah!” Apparently the other/future him had somehow not tumbled to Thor’s new ability to see through his little brother. But as always, it was impressive and oddly pleasant to be beaten on his own playing field. Even just hearing about it. “I’ll let you keep that, then. Don’t tell me more about it.”

Clearly, this was the end of the story. Thor was sentimental, leaving Loki to the questionable mercy of a ‘psychopath’ who called himself the Grandmaster was likely final enough for tears when Loki arrived in this place.

It hung together well enough for a Thor story. Loki put the effort into standing back up and moved to par Thor on the shoulder in passing. “I had intended to sleep before you turned up for story time. I believe I’ll go do that now.”

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor wouldn't have told Loki even if he had been asked to. Sometimes, it was nice to revel in your successes and know that maybe you'll get to trick your brother again in some other reality.

"Okay," he says. "Sleep well."

He has other people he should check in on before he sleeps.