"Thor?" Loki took a seat next to Thor on the rock they watched their father leave off of. That was a very remembered day the brothers shared. Even after every event between the two.

Thor doesn't turn to Loki. "Yes, brother?" Loki sighs as he takes the same seat he had before. Thor was looking into the distance in a calming daze.

"How close are we now?"

Thor tore his eyes from the scene in front of him and glued them to his dark haired brother. Thor was surprised to see that Loki had a very gentle wondrous look on his face. It was unusual but amazing, none the less.

"Brother, we are as close as we were when we were mere children." Loki smiled at past memories of him and his light haired brother.

"I hated your guts." Loki says. Thor smiles.

"Times haven't change. Never will, doesn't mean we aren't close and don't love each other. I say you love me more if you hate me." Loki couldn't help but let out a chortle of laughter at his brothers words.

"You really think so?" Thor smirks as he looks back to the view in front of him.

"Oh, I know so." Loki shakes his head at Thor and turns to gaze in front of him again.

"How long though?"

"Even after death, Loki." The dark haired brother nodded at his response.

"Thank you."

Thor smiles, "no need to."