"I don't think I like your sister very much at all Thor. At least Loki leaves you with all your bits and pieces intact when he plays jokes." As far as Steve knew anyway. The urge to climb into Thor's lap and cuddle the man, or pull Thor onto his lap, was something he was having trouble fighting. Not that he thought it was necessary per se, but everyone deserved to be cared for, and Thor hadn't gotten a lot of that lately, at least not that Steve could see.

He stroked the man's cheeks and ran fingers through Thor's beard, worried eyes staring into the other man's, "Thor, I'm so sorry. I should have checked on you. I should have thought better . . ." Steve was certainly going to have a lot of extra guilt to add to the pile he usually carried, even if it had been Thor's own choice.