Thor likes helping people. It's their job, the reason why they fight with the Avengers. They like to see the smiles and the small sparks of happiness. That's why they give without expecting anything.
A child sits on their hip and the small Midgardian boy cries into their shoulder. Thor was able to find the name of his mother and they started to shout it loudly. It doesn't take long, the child instantly reacts to his mother's voice and they smile as they hand her her child.
"Thank you," she smiles through joyous tears. They look around at all the reuniting families and redirected people. They're reminded of the image they always saw back on Asguard after the Valkarie and the Army come back from a battle.
The battle Thor fought was hard and all the Avengers lost a lot. They lost Loki, Tony lost Peter and Stephen, Natasha lost Clint, Steve lost Bucky. Those were only a few. Everyone was in shambles, pieces of broken souls trying desperately to figure out what piece goes where so they can figure out how to live without the person they lost.
That was until, of course, the situation they're in now. Everyone who had been killed by the gauntlet or by Thanos himself had been redirected and brought back to their home planet. All the Asgardians were alive and well, Asgard thriving once again - don't ask them how Asgard was reforemed like never a single drop of blood had been spilled. They don't care because they can go home again.- but something was missing. They had tried to find what was missing but it didn't return. They couldn't even remember what it was. Everything about it was starting to fade. That thought brought tears to their eyes. They didn't want to forget whatever it was. They didn't want to forget the wavy black hakr and mismatched eyes, magic and hollow echoes of laughter. They didn't wnat to forget the 'sibling' and the 'Thor's' that nibbling from it's lips and they didn't wnat to forget what it sounded like, what it smelled and felt like.
They didn't want to forget Loki.
Thor chokes on air as the name crosses their mind. There's a lump in their throat and they feel like they're going to cry.
Loki is dead and he's not coming back.
Ever.
Thor excuses themself and they escape to an empty corridor where they can calm down, wiping away any trace of the tears she's in memory of their brother who deserves so much more than what he got. Crying for a while hurts Thor's throat because the sobs escaping their mouth range from loud and gross and utterly heart-breaking to hear, to bearly-audible whispered apologies and choked whispers.
Tony Stark is a genius play-boy, millionare philanthropist with an IQ of 187, but even he can't decide which is more devastating to hear, if he's honest. He's the one that leads the group in search of the God. Everyone is behind him, Cap, Natasha, Peter, Stephen, Bucky , T'Chella. Everyone.
"Hey, Thor." He hears Clint say from his left. The Archer goes to put a hand on their shoulder when suddenly he hisses and jumps back, scrambling for his bow and mocking an arrow shakily. Thor is confused, why is Clint threatening them? Why would all the superhero they just fought with stand in defensive positions and glare at them? Then they realised they're not looking at them they're looking behind them.
It's then they hear it. Smell it. Sense it. Feel it. They gasp loudly and spin around, eyes glassy and wide.
"Hello, Sibling."