"Your lover forgets his place." Thor had been more than ready to continue along the tack he had started- discussing Loki's heritage, his realm of birth and all that transpired. All that hideousness that they never had an opportunity to discuss, that rancid boil that needed to be lanced.

A childhood promise to slay all frost giants to protect his home realm subverted by the harsh reality they now lived in.

But Rogue's voice cut through that red hazed viciousness. He gave his word to let Loki be. He meant to do so. With one last glower in Loki's direction Thor dusted his hands off on his apron and turned his eyes back to the shattered glass and finery.