Thor turned to her and sighed. "I would like that, thank you." He gave her a truly warm smile, if a sad one. My dear lady is fond of teas and this one seems a good one."
At her further words, he shook his head. "I worry about him. And those who might be caught in the crossfire should he try his madness here, if he has truly embraced... " He looked down.
"That Loki, the dream one, nearly destroyed a city, and usurped a crown, manipulated thousands, and nearly killed his father, trying to play a game to make himself supreme. Father in the dreams treated him terribly, and my own self in the dreams was partially oblivious and partially stupid, but Loki... there in that place, he was no less than mad." His voice was sad, and torn, and he looked far off. "I love my brother here, as my counterpart did his there, and I fear that Loki wishes to play it all out, all over again, here. And that... that is the worst part of it all."
He turned to her. "In this world, I have worked for everything I have, and been given none of it. I have bled and pushed and shoved to be the man I am today. I love him, and respect him, as I do you. And yet as the days go on, I fear that he is moving farther and farther away, not only from me, but from us all."