It was a pretty enough fantasy. Pleasant to think of being home again in some way, of keeping the bonds he’d somehow managed to build. Honestly, it was pleasant even if he had to re-learn solitude and watch Thor and Valkyrie settle into happiness that didn’t include him. Pleasant, pretty, and very unlikely.

Thor knew it as well as he did, Loki was sure, so he didn’t bother to point it out. Unlikely wasn’t impossible, after all, and if his brother could believe that there was a decent future waiting for him he might actually try for it. “I’ll do my best to catch up, then.”