[ It would be easier if he could see no shades, no echoes of the Loki he knew now in this man. He would like to think he is better than supplanting one brother than another, and truly he doesn't seek to, it's simply the ease with which he finds comfort in having his brother nearby is so inwardly arresting that he's even pleased when Loki predictably gripes. He doesn't know this person well but he wants to, very much. Thor shan't treat him like a stranger for a moment longer, there's been enough suspicion and pain to last a lifetime; it would do well to put the majority of that behind them. ]

I would fear you a great deal more if we were wed, a thought for which you shall duly pay later for putting in my head with such calm cruelty. [ The heft of his arm shifts as they walk, letting up a little. Any scuffs on that coat aren't from him hopefully, oops. ] Tell me more of yourself, Loki. What were you about before you came to these worlds?