It takes two years for Thor to find Loki, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of his brother's existence. When he does, he finds him urban city named, Chicago. Through Heimdall he sees Loki for the first time in what feels like forever and a day.

Loki is no longer Loki.

He feels too many things at once as he watches in rapt fascination, the person who has his brother's face but not his aura. The man he sees walks down a highly populated street that is crowded with bizarre contraptions that Thor has never seen, that blare and purr like a dangerous feline. It's filled with mortal men, woman, and children who pass by one another without actually really looking, despite the shear amount that populate the place.

Loki's hair no longer is slick back and straight, the black tresses are slightly curly as they hang in front of his face, and coil around his ears.

Thor thinks in the back of his mind that Loki would have never permitted such unruly hair, as many times as he had scolded him about it. Strangely, it highly confuses and unsettles him.

Loki's eyes were that of the same color; the color of envy that Thor had missed on him, even if the gaze was critical or devious. Loki's skin was still the same appeasing pale that fitted him rightly so, Thor ached to grab and touch after not being able for so long.

He almost tells Heimdall to send him to Midgard, to this city of Chicago that holds his brother, but something stops him immediately from uttering the words.

His brother gives the most dazzling smile he has ever seen. White, perfect teeth shine in radiance as his eyes crinkle in delight, and it takes Thor's breath away.

It is a smile that he has not seen on his brother in a long while; the ones he would usually give would have hidden double meanings, laced with mockery and contempt, regularly directed at him.

Thor astonished, is abruptly tossed out of his inner workings as he watches Loki open his arms for a man that has a little cocky gleam in his maroon eyes as he embraces Loki. One of his arms wraps around Loki's waist while the other around his shoulders, the man is shorter then Loki, so his face fits easily into the crook of his neck.

Who is this mortal to issue such a response from Loki?

Thor feels his fingers clench into fists and his eyes narrow at the brown hair brown eyed mortal as he and Loki walk side-by-side talking about something that every once in a while, makes Loki smile.

Thor instantaneously realizes, with both shock and loathing, that he does not like this man.

It's a very bright sunny day as he walks through the thrum of people. Loki frowns, regretting not bringing his sunglasses, the sun hurts his eyes probably more than it probably should. Squinting up at the sky, he sees there is not a cloud in sight. He laughs easily thinking, just my luck.

He had learned over time that he has none of it.

Loki watches as people pass by him, men and woman his age and older with their cellphones attached to their ears, and as they pass by, he hears snippets of conversations. To co-workers and bosses, to friends and family, to husbands and wives, all of it, and somehow it annoys him.

Suddenly Loki feels he is being watched. His eyes dart calmly, to both his left and right, but sees no one's eyes on him. It's odd feeling, he is used to being the observer, not the observed.

He shakes it off as he sees Tony, strutting in a light blue suit with sneakers that give the look an air of casualness that Loki is sure only this man can pull off. Tony acts as if he owns the very sidewalk his feet are on, Loki chuckles thinking off handedly, with all the money he has he probably could.

"Stark, looking very springy if I may add. You look like a little bunny rabbit with that pep in your step." Tony snorts, hugging him, while patting him a little too hard on the back.

"Ha ha very funny. Least I dress for the seasons, instead of shrouding myself in black and green. Please do tell me you have other colors in your wardrobe besides those two."

Loki grabs his green scarf in question and gives it a little smile. "There nice colors."

"Yeah, maybe for a school mascot." Loki's brows furrow in confusion. "Mascot?"

Tony's brown eyes widen and look at him with surprise before understanding seems to cast over. He shakes his head back and forth. "Sorry man, I keep forgetting sometimes about your accident." Loki nods.

He hates what he can remember after the accident. Authorities had told him they had found him alone in some desert in New Mexico, half-delirious, and that's the farthest back he can remember. It's beyond frustrating.

"A mascot is something that represents a school, usually they're like, I don't know, some sort of animal, they have their own colors…" As if sensing Loki's innermost turmoil Tony drops it, "Really they don't even matter. It's kinda stupid when you think about it. I mean really, who likes high school football?"

As they walk, Loki notices that the sky has gotten a lot darker than it was a couple of minutes ago. He looks up, not having to worry about the sun as it is completely blocked out. Gray clouds envelop the city like a blanket as tiny bolts of lightning tease its presences towards the ground.

It is quite possibly the most bewitching thing he has ever seen. He has always thought of thunderstorms as alluring things of nature.

"Holy shit, so much for a nice stroll through the park." They take shelter in a nearby convince store as they watch other people scatter and dwindle until there is barely anyone on the streets. It's a unusual sight to see a 12:30 in the afternoon.

The first strike of lightning flashes and it's bright and brilliant, the thunder comes seconds later, rolling in and it doesn't disappoint. It vibrates through his chest as well as the store, as cans rattle off one another. Then the rain pours, and does it pour, creating a chorus of water droplets simultaneously hitting the concrete.

Loki regards it with solemn eyes, not knowing why all of a sudden he feels a wistful feeling. He wants to go out, touch it, feel it on his skin, but he can't, the rest of the world wouldn't understand if he were to do so.

Rain and thunder were seen as something of bad luck, and for reasons Loki could not fathom, he wondered why.