Rubbing a large hand over his weary face, Thor resigned himself to the fact that he’d been wrong. It was now time to admit as such to his brother; because if he didn’t, he suspected the fissure they’d only recently repaired between them would grow larger than ever before. He’d thought he was doing what was best for Loki, that the mischievous god would grow curious enough on his own and venture forth to Hermione and learn about the child he’d never expected to have. Or, he’d hoped Hermione would crawl out of her depression long enough to see that she needed Loki. Unfortunately, he’d failed miserably in these regards, nearly killing Hermione, and in extension, the only brother he ever knew.