Thor decided to take a chance on loving and supporting his kid brother despite what everyone said about Loki and it fucking worked. Thor was by no means perfect and ages of hurt made it difficult to do 100% good by his little brother, but he tried to treat kid Loki better than Odin. He tried to mend what he could, and it fucking worked.
Loki felt loved and accepted and happy and validated and that’s all he ever fucking wanted and I’m genuinely tearing up right now that whole story was so important to me because yeah, the old Loki did a lot of terrible horrible things but at the same time Loki was treated for a long time as this inherently evil being and to be honest it’s easy to make one bad choice after the other and it’s easy for that to escalate when the people around you only see you as evil.
Thor didn’t trust him 100% but he tried to do what others didn’t and it worked for Loki and I feel like that gives a lot of people who have completely given up on themselves a lot of hope that even if you feel like the worst person in the entire world, there might be someone who still cares about you and that makes you feel less alone and more capable of doing good.
I fucking love that arch and I’m so happy that I entered the comic book world at a time when it was running. It changed my life in such a good way even though it was a total emotional roller coaster. To see someone positioned as Thor have that much compassion for Loki and that much hope in his future and to see Loki flourish as a result was beautiful and uplifting and I cry about it a lot.
“He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.” – A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok: The End of the Gods
so my plan for halloween is to dress up as a Nazgul with my black horse and go trick or treating but instead of saying “trick or treat” i’ll either scream or hiss “Bagginssssssssss, Shhhhhhhire” and then ransack their villages in my search for the One Ring
Modern Life is Rubbish 