[ The casual, unassuming greeting oddly hurts in the sweetest way. His own brother also greeted him like that before he knew the truths that Loki couldn't help but tell; unbidden, he recalls sitting on his Manhattan couch and the easy way Thor strode over from the kitchen with two Asgardian ales and a precious artefact in-hand, all that faith for Loki. I think I will trust you.

He paces around to take the opposite seat, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his otherverse sibling in any way. That might be weird. ]

A soya mocha frappe will suffice. [ True NY trash, right here. A smile never quite leaves his lips as he chins a hand, folding over a leg so he sits inclined toward Thor. ] I didn't think you'd find your way here. Not any of you, that is, any Thor at all. Getting sucked through a magic portal seemed to be more my sort of accident.