Stabbee / Stabber
Being in this place was helping as much as it was hurting. Having Loki -- well, truthfully, that was what was saving him but he could never say that out loud. Putting that sort of weight on his brother's shoulders wasn't something he ever wanted to do. It was too much to ask of anyone. Loki wasn't meant to be his savior. But being here, with him, gave him the time to focus his emotions elsewhere. It gave him more of a purpose. He could love Loki, feel something other than the anguish that seemed never ending over all he'd lost.
He could have moments like this, where he could pick a jabbing fight with his brother that gave him time of reprieve, where they bickered and squabbled and probably flirted and by Odin, it felt wonderful and perfect and what he so deeply needed.
But being here was stifling, too. Loki wasn't the only one who was bored. Thor was used to going around fighting battles and helping others and doing things. He couldn't even try to atone for what had happened back in his world.
"That isn't the point of sharing," Thor said. "You should've gotten to it first. I'd have offered you the one with the scattering of vegetables on it."