Loki feels a shadow of distant memories when laughter bubbles from Thor, like the battle in Niflheim when he was caught accidentally in the back-swing of Mjolnir and was sent flying halfway across the battlefield into the enemy's army, and how they had laughed about it afterward as they rode home tiredly, but happily.

The feeling stings Loki and he winces as if it were a physical sensation -- as if the hand on his face had done something to harm him.

"I need no aid from you; you've been helpful enough for one night," Loki seethes as he pushes himself up, finding his footing with little grace. He takes two steps before a knee buckles from underneath him and he stumbles into the grass. His body is trying desperately to force him into a healing sleep, but he refuses to look so vulnerable before Thor.