"Ham-" A voice without any footsteps, without any sign of someone having wandered into the glade across from him. Just that tone, that face and at least one thing he sought has now been found.

"Loki." Expression thunderous he stalks forward. Finally something that he can make sense of. Something that is familiar- except...

There isn't that much familiar in this Loki at all. He's less. He does not resemble the man he was to take back to Asgard with him. Thor's stride slows. Stops.

"...what do you mean, Again?"