The tangled web that kept him and Loki connected throughout centuries was one that Thor did not believe anyone else could understand. The things his brother had done were inexcusable. But Thor loved him anyway, unconditionally, forever. Even on Sakaar when he'd told Loki it'd be best if they went their separate ways, it wasn't because he wanted it to be so. And there was a part of him who hoped Loki would object. He hadn't meant it, and in the end his brother had come with him anyway. That web; it wasn't going to be broken.
He'd been testing the waters with his touch. Loki was kind of like a Midgardian feline and Thor didn't want him to smack his hand away and dart off because he tried to show him too much physical attention too fast. Little things, stroking his hair, brushing his fingers against his neck might not be too much, but he'd let his hand rest on his back and Loki wasn't pulling away. That was a good sign, and Thor had no intention of drawing away. Not when he had the closeness he too needed so much.
Loki's hand coming to rest on his chest caused his heart to beat a little faster, and he wondered if Loki could feel it. "Maybe," he echoed his brother's words and met his gaze. Life still resonated in them and Thor wanted to look forever. There was nothing, not in all the nine realms, or this bizarre town, the could capture his attention longer. "For you."