When he spots a Thor, it’s by chance.
They’re on their way to the locker room before heading out, Mobius keeping a tight leash on Loki, still upset about his salad.
Hunter B-15 opens the elevator, and there he is.
His hair is longer, damp at the ends and so very muddy, but Loki would recognize it anywhere.
Thor.
Loki moves forward on instinct, but there’s too many people between them. Mobius holds him back, hand wrapped tightly around his arm.
"Don't." Mobius mutters, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Thor’s eyes meet his. He expects anger, expects him to put up a fight, finding no fire, no excitement. The promise of adventure if only his dear brother would follow him, even after all that had happened between them. Loki can scarcely believe it.
"Brother..." Loki says softly, feeling as though all the air has left his lungs.
Thor stares ahead, his shoulders slumped. The god of thunder simply looks resigned.
“We’ll take the next one.” Hunter B-15 says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The doors slide shut, the resounding thud echoed in Loki's mind.