Even as their foreheads press together Loki shakes his head slightly, reaching up to tap his hand against his brother's chest before firmly finger spelling out a word.

N. O.

It wasn't Thor's fault. They had both made mistakes and it wasn't like there had been much of a choice. Plus what was done was done and now they just had to move on and keep fighting. Keep living as best they could.

He was alive. That's all that mattered.

Loki let his eyes close, hand resting flat on Thor's chest over his heart for the moment as he let out a quiet breath.

They both were.