Thor always said that lately. Loki sighed, he couldn't see it. He didn't think that there was any good in him. He just saw himself as a monster. "I hate myself." He whispered.
His throat was really sore. He coughed and looked at him. He knew Thor did his best to make him feel better, He was feeling very tired as well. The god didn't feel like things would ever be ok, though he wished that they could be.
He was feeling so sick and dizzy, He curled up. He could see Thor wanted to help but didn't know what to do.

"Alright thanks brother." He waited for his brother to return with the water. He was feeling very weak. He had seen the lost look in his brother's eyes. He curled up and was feeling miserable.
He knew that he needed to sleep. He just couldn't.
The god wasn't sure he would ever get a decent sleep.

He takes the water and drinks it "Yeah I know, I just cant, I keep waking." He wondered if he would sleep better with Thor there. He lay his head on his brother. He was looking at him. He lays there and breathed heavily.
Thor was his only family, well he didn;t see Odin as family anymore.
The god coughed and rubbed his aching head a bit.