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“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?”