It was a long inner debate. He knew her home – the one she'd occupied before he'd found her had never been vacated if the photos were to be believed. Yet, he was believed to be a villain. He needed a safe, private place to regroup and think things through. He could not stand to see the look Fury had turned to him on her face.
It was not the sentiment that decided him.
Logically, there was no reason that he should assume going to her would be any different than returning to the cell he'd vacated. He was a stranger to her now or worse.
It was a longer debate as to what his remaining options were.
He found himself at the bifrost site. The hub that had built itself around it was nowhere to be seen and the marks in the earth long faded so that there was not even a trace of energy left for him to find. There were other ways to travel between the realms, but they were exhausting and he had no more knowledge of what he would find there than he would anywhere else.
Still, he dropped the veil.
He did not yell. He was no mad man to shout at the heavens. And from what he'd seen his mere presence would inspire immediate attention. No doubt he should be suffering long and creative punishments. Rightly so, if he had in fact been the cause of such destruction.
He waited an hour. Then two. At the close of the third he knew the next action would be his to take, not one he would be able to wait for another to initiate.
His fingers closed around the familiar metal staff. One item that was familiar in this place and not a half version of itself. The mortal clothing he'd donned shimmered and became his familiar Asgardian attire. He took a deep breath to steady himself and then opened the way.
It was faster, even than the bifrost, and quieter by far. Even so, he seemed not to be unexpected and for the second time in far too short a time for his liking, Loki found himself facing armed guards who were less than pleased with his presence. This time, it was exhaustion that encouraged his compliance.