No, he didn't know I was here, not until he made that banal network post about his stupid armor. [ does he sound like a child? he doesn't particularly care at the moment. ]

He's from the same corner of the multiverse as that version of my brother came from; he knows another me, and of course, believes me to be similar. [ he traces down Ahad's bare shoulder with the back of his knuckle. ] The Stark—Iron Man—I knew in my world wasn't so fond of me, either.

We spoke briefly, he insisted that I was the Loki he knew, and this was my fault.