When a train brings the unsuspecting fairly regularly, one makes a habit of including the platform in their wanderings, and the sound of a familiar voice makes his breath catch. He hasn't stepped from the shadows of a nearby ruin, not yet, but he swallows nonetheless. When he'd chosen his sacrifice, he'd accepted never seeing his adopted brother again, and now, here he is, confused (understandably) but whole.

Only one thing to be done, really. Loki steps from the shadows, slightly behind his brother, and clears his throat.

"Thor! Imagine reuniting with you in another godsforsaken ruin!" And he gives a small wave. "Hi."