Thor sat silent during the telling, looking down, pain running deep in him, remembering those events, and what had happened, and his hands gripped his tea cup, and he sorrowed once more for a brother lost. He looked down at his hands, eyes blurry again. And he had no words, truly, no way of making things right, still.
A weariness filled him, for if his brother, knowing this world, and seeing the dreams from it could not be better, become better, then what hope was there? What point?
His shoulders slumped with the weight of it, and he closed his eyes for a long slow moment after Loki was done. And then, with sigh, he lifted his shoulders, and lifted his spirits, and lifted his eyes and he looked for both of their eyes, and thus he spoke.
"My brother has lost much, and endured much, and chosen his path, as I chose mine. In the dreams, I am a hero, and a prince, and yet no so bold or noble as I would wish in such a mythical realm. Here, I am an actor, and a man, one who tries to be the best he can, and one who loves his brother, and his sister, with his heart's depths. I am not so eloquent as you, Loki, nor so skilled in thought. I know you were wronged in that world, and if I could make it right, so I would. I cannot here, any more than I could there. There you turned a desire for vengeance and for rightful placement into a license to hurt, kill, and break honor, life, and love at your will. There, you gave up all merit for the sake of those darker emotions. And yet, still... I do not believe either he or you are lost. And whether it takes a lifetime, or two, I will find a way to help you see hope, brother."
His voice firmed as he spoke, and filled with energy, and his eyes did and he nodded his head. "We choose our destiny, no matter what is done to us, or happens to us. We choose who we will be, and why. and I am your brother." It was a simple statement, and yet it was filled with conviction.