[ Loki crosses his arms, trying not to bristle like an angry cat. Something was not right here and he could feel it like an itch under his skin. Or it might just be seeing Thor again, alive and well. He had no idea how Thor would fare against Malekith but part of Loki is always the little brother, always believing in Thor. There is no one stronger, no one better even if his faith has fractured over the years. With a quiet exhale, Loki takes a moment to untangle his thorny feelings. No, he does not want to fight Thor, even if the urge is always, constantly there, to draw Thor into the cycle.

But Earth is gone. Asgard . . . who knows what state Asgard is in. It puts everything into a harrowing perspective even Loki can be cognizant of. ]

When I woke up, I saw no one. Not you or the Dark Elves. So I took the ship to find my way . . . back, I suppose. But I found myself here instead.

This place can confirm that, at least.