Thor has never shied away from terrible truths intentionally before, so unlike the flickering plays with lies and falsehoods his brother burns with - but he almost wishes he could look away as Mjolnir wrecks Loki. Not just Loki's face but Loki himself, as Thor gapes down as though he couldn't have predicted the outcome of the blow he's just dealt.

His hand reaches out, slick already with mud and fast becoming gloved in blood as well, when Loki mindlessly grips at him. Thor both knows and doesn't know his brother, can't fathom the hateful ice that must have grown in him over time in resentment - but he'd like to think that he knows he sees his sentiment returned in Loki's eyes before that light is extinguished.

He holds his brother's hand where the limb had jerked out drunkenly at him, sitting up above Loki and he can hardly believe Mjolnir is still in his hands.

Thor would never have thought himself still worthy of anything, let alone such a weapon, but it seems old ideas of heavenly justice are triumphing over instinctual brotherhood today in every respect.

He makes the next one swift and emboldened with some of his lightning, but after the final blow even Thor cannot easily look at Loki's body. Mjolnir finally slides from his hand onto the wet ground, his fingers dripping with watered-down blood as the rain pelts in as if to cleanse him. Impossible.