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They were led through corridor after corridor, past room after room before, at the top of the building, far at the back, they turned to walk into a massive room.
It was very impressive for a hospital, and there were probably a lot of great things you could say about the building in general. But Loki didn’t care about the architecture and hygiene at the moment.
He shoved his way to the front of the group, not really giving a shit who he hurt. He glanced around the room, searching.
There, sitting curled up on the bed nearest him was someone Loki recognised. He searched for a name, deciding this one was Scarlet Witch. She certainly had the characteristics Thor had described to him, and there was something magical about the air around her.
Thor. That’s who I’m here for. That’s why I helped these idiots in the first place.
He looked around again, seeing everyone except Thor. He walked down the middle of the room, searching. Waiting.
He saw Bruce Banner- knocked out cold. Black Widow was hugging her pillow, shaking. Captain America was curled up with someone else- spooning them. They had shoulder-length hair, no left arm, and was clinging to the Captain for all it was worth. Captain America was holding him just as tightly.
Aww. I don’t care abou this sappy couple. Where’s my brother?
Loki reached the end of the room, still no sign of Thor. He didn’t know where the others were and he didn’t care- Peter couldn’t get himself hurt here.
“Argh, my finger!” Peter yelled at the opposite end of the room.
Okay. Maybe he could. But that wasn’t the point.
Loki sat shakily on an empty bed at the end of the room. The covers were hardly touched at all.
He could hear people being reunited with there friends behind him. Stark was apologising to someone. But Thor wasn’t here.
Sighing, he lay down on the bed, rolling over to face the entrance. Might as well nap under these particular circumstances.
Loki was about to close his eyes- but then he saw it.
Someone tall was making his way through the doorway. He looked incredibly strong and had lightning bolts shaved into his hair.
Loki stood up, heart pounding. He made his way towards the doorway, blood rushing in his ears. About a quarter of the way through the room, he began to run.
“Thor!” Loki yelled.
Thor turned around to see who had called his name. His eyes landed on Loki, and he ran towards him.
“Loki!”
They crashed in the middle, falling over. Thor shielded Loki’s head as they landed and he pulled him into a tight hug.
All Loki felt for the next few minutes was warmth. His arms were wrapped around his brother; he was being held by Thor for the first time in years. He had his face buried into Thor’s shoulder, sobbing as quietly as he could. If he didn’t calm down, he’d give himself a headache.
But none of that mattered. Thor was familiar; he was warm, comfortable, and he was alive. He’d even gotten a new eye.
After what might’ve been ten whole minutes- and Loki wasn’t exaggerating this time- they pulled away slightly. Thor’s eyes were as red and puffy as Loki’s felt. His face was shining with tears, but he was smiling.
“I thought you were dead,” he muttered, so only Loki could here.
“We can’t die, Thor. We killed Hela.”
“Oh.”
Thor reached out and wiped a tear from Loki’s cheek.
“Cheer up, brother,” he said. “You’re safe now.”
Loki sniffed. “You know, I formulated the plan which defeated Thanos.”
“I know you did,” Thor grinned. “And I’m so proud of you, Loki.”
That was what Loki had wanted to hear.
“But now,” said Thor, “you must rest, brother.”
Loki sobbed, wrapping his arms around Thor’s neck once more.
He finally knew what people meant when they spoke about ‘home.’