Loki just buried his face when Thor hugged him, he was feeling not himself. He seemed even more miserable then he had done when he found out he was adopted, as he had still been really upset then too. He was sensitive and knew he needed his brothers comfort, his black hair fell in his face, usually it was so tidily slicked back, but right now, it was clear the god didn't care. He was so frail and small seeming to Thor, he was sure he was even smaller then a normal frost giant.

He sometimes was afraid Thor would break his bones, he knew Thor was strong and sometimes wasn't aware of his own strength. Loki sobbed a bit more. Without his mother he wasn't sure how things would be. "Feels like my fault...," He cried more. He knew Thor would try to comfort him, being there in his brothers arms did help slightly.
"I hate myself Thor... I hate what I have done, I am a horrible son and brother and in general a horrible person. Ohh I am monster." He muttered. He saw one of the guards look in to make sure Loki was behaving, Loki picked up a pillow and threw it "Go away," he hissed at the gaurd, he lay back down. "I don't deserve to be happy Thor," The nasty tone still there after he had yelled a the guard.