Thor Odinson (MCU) & Loki (616)
Whatever Loki knew or thought he knew, Thor was glad it wasn't being spoken of. That might cause it to stop, because he didn't want to talk about it. He wasn't wasn't ready for that sort of emotional unleashing. Not now, maybe not ever.
Sometimes, the gravity of the weight he carried from the destruction Thanos had caused began to creep up, to cause him to lose a bit of his stability and very nearly brought forth the emotion he was fighting so hard to keep at bay. When it did, that was usually when he'd go stack Loki's soaps into a phallic shape or he'd do something else to further provoke his brother in the hopes he'd come after him or fling something at him or even just rub his temples and shake his head. Whatever he did, Thor craved it and then some.
He never really let himself think of what the Thor this Loki grew up with was like. He didn't ask about their relationship. Whenever he did speak of the past it was as if he and Loki shared one and the same. Thor was Thor, Loki was Loki. He wasn't going to look at it differently. Not now, anyway, even though he knew logically it didn't work like that.
"Only if they've stocked the beverage table with the good stuff," he said. With this being a birthday party, Thor wasn't sure if they would. If they didn't, he'd file a complaint with the mayor. Which, he guessed, was him, but also Stark. Complaints could go to Stark. "If not, it might be the after party that gets entertaining." He smirked a little as he walked beside her, probably a little too close, but that was their way. "Your hair smells pleasant. Is it the soap?"