[ Something stings in Thor, imagining Loki waking alone. He hadn't wanted to leave his body behind, his brother deserved the same kind of grand funeral all asgardian heroes and royalty were given, but things had been dire at the time. Guilt lurks through his chest, now, knowing Loki had found a way back to the living only to rise alone in such a desolate place. even if it isn't entirely the truth, which thor's well aware it may not be, the thought still twists in him. ]

And no time has passed for you since, save a handful of weeks? [ Thor clears his throat, pacing over, with brows knit, still pulled between the chaos he'd left, the chaos he's now found, and the constant question that is his brother. ] Time must be warped around this place.

[ not the first time it's been heard of in the realms, some places are just bizarre that way. still, oddly convenient they'd show up just in time to reunite, yet at such different ends. a silence settles for a moment or so, thor looking over the man here, tension in his jaw, and a strain clear in him. in the end, he ducks his head, something of a nod given. ]

I'm sorry for my suspicions. It's been a rough day. Year. [ some of that relief he'd cautiously held filters through, a hand lifting to lay on loki's shoulder, squeezing, with a small smile daring to show. ] It's good to see you well, brother.