It cuts through his anger and outrage and confusion in a way that earlier wide-eyed frailty didn't: the reassurance Loki is definitely not fishing for, the silence before it, the coughing fit that takes over from a laugh as if it's catching Loki by surprise, too.

Thor steps in to put a hand to Loki's shoulder. Low, rough now with affection rather than anger or grief, he says, "Don't be an idiot. Who could annoy me like you?"

Is it cold up here? It's not for Thor, it never would be for Loki, but for a human body he's not sure, now. Loki -- Harry's body -- is really not looking so great.