The first memory -- there's no doubt in Thor's mind that was what it was and once Thor knew, so did Ben -- left him rocking forward, falling out of the chair as his chest ached. It was hard enough to feel that all Loki had been feeling in those few minutes, the overwhelming sense of loss, of losing all that he thought he knew about himself.
There was no sense of relief that came with the truth, only the anger, the sweeping rage and the pain. But to know that Loki thought Thor would kill him, bring Mjolnir down on his head and shed his life's blood, that was enough to stagger even the thunder god.
For all the times that they fought, even when it was nothing more than sparring, Thor wouldn't have harmed his brother in such a way. Not even knowing what he did, about where time would eventually take them, would be enough for him to kill the same man he'd grown up with, played with. Their lives spanned more time than a thousand Midgardian ones and that bond would not be easily severed, if at all.
Thor would contact him after this and Ben agreed. Placing one hand flat on the coffee table, he started to push himself up when the second memory came.