Loki was actually rather disappointed that Thor didn't fight back. He always had in the past, too obsessed with his own pride and ego. Then again, on the Bifrost he hadn't fought back either, not until he'd been goaded sufficiently. It was annoying. As if Thor wasn't already the golden son, he had to insist on reaching some new level of noble righteousness, as if to shame Loki further.

He stared at Thor, hoping this was some sort of trick, but his brother had never been the sort to do that. "I'm right...?" he repeated, sounding almost lost. How could Thor agree with him, just like that? Unnoticed, a single tear - produced in anger - slipped down his cheek.

Only that sort of admission changed nothing. He was still Loki, despised of Odin's sons, he was still a monster wearing a false skin, he was still a King who had been deprived of his throne for the crime of trying to see to the safety of the realm and his father.

And then Thor had to go and be all noble about it. It wasn't fair, not at all.