thorvaenn:

I promise you, brother, the sun will shine on us again.

Fucking hell. The way Chris’s face strains in agony as if the grief is too large for Thor’s body. The way Thor crawls through rubble and fires to cling at Loki’s body, the way his trust in Loki to resurrect a fire demon is reflected here, but all that feuding and all that effort to reconcile was for nothing, nothing.   The way Loki finally looks peaceful, not eternally torn between acting in his conscience versus in his self interest (translate: his survival), finally, but only in death.  

I can’t stand this. I can’t stand it.