"My brother's dwelling is…here?" Thor stood before a raggedy door that could have been knocked down by the simplest push. He looked himself up and down, Lady Natasha had insisted he wear something…appropriate. Something that signified the visit was one of peace. A t-shirt that seemed too small for him, and blue jeans that hugged his legs. How could mortals wear such frivolities and expect to be taken seriously in battle? Even after all this time their ways were still strange to him.

But none of that mattered now.

He raised his hands to the door, and slightly…ever so slightly, rapped his knuckles against the door.

Brother…please be there.

He waited. His mind flashed back to the other day, when he first laid eyes on his brother after all this time. He was…different. No sneer on his lips, no glint in his eye, no plan circling his mind like a vulture. Loki, are you well?

He heard voices coming from the other end of the door.

"I'll…hick…get it."

"Matt, no dude. Hold…come on get off me man."

"Lou, hold on man…I wanna."

"Just rest man."

Thor heard footsteps, and then a fresh palm against the door knob. He saw it turn and then, standing before him, was a young man with hair red as a pheonix's feather.

Remember Thor, he heard Lady Natasha's voice through his head, we need to earn his trust, so try and dial back a bit.

"Oh, hello." The young man smiled.

"Lo-," He stopped himself. "Uh…hello."

"You're that guy from the other day." Luke stepped back a little, as if he were afraid. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I've never seen our customers act that way."

Thor raised his hands, "Uh, no. You misunderstand my visit bro…friend." Thor looked down the wooden floor, that word sounded incorrect to him. "I come to make amends. Our behavior was…unbecoming."

"Oh," Luke smiled. "Don't worry about that…it's fine. Hey, why don't you come inside?" And with that Luke disappeared into his apartment.

Thor stood in the door way…just waiting. He was invited in was he not? So, why wouldn't his feet accept the invitation?

"Come on man, it's cool." Luke said from across the way.

…and Thor entered.

This was his brother's new home? The great god of mischief, the lord of chaos, the son of Odin? No, this was not befitting of his brother. Thor gazed to the mattress that held a sleeping man…the poor lad looked as if he had finished wrestling a frost giant.

"Oh, that's just Matt. Don't mind him, he had too much to drink last night." Luke stood next to Thor and handed him a drink, something the Midgardians called Lemonade.

"Many thanks bro-," he stopped himself again. "...friend."

"My friend told me about you. You're uh…Thor, right?" The young man's eyes widened "One of the Avengers?"

"Aye." Thor took a sip of his drink. Loki still had his wide sense of wonder, Thor could sense his brother's search for knowledge in this man. He almost smiled.

"Well, I'm Luke."

"Ho, Luke" Thor shrank into himself. When did his own brother become so…peaceful? Never had he seen Loki so…kind. "Again, I must apologize for the actions of my comrades. We did not mean-,"

"Don't worry about it. It's all in the past, right?" Luke leaned back onto his mattress. "What was it you called me? 'Brother'?" He chuckled. "They guys and I had a pretty good laugh at that."

I am not your brother. How many times had Loki said that since that madness had taken hold of him? Even in his own death did he still forsake Thor as his family?

"Aye, it's just that…you bare a striking resemblance to him…I just thought…"

"Oh, don't worry, I totally get it." Luke's smile faded. "Would you mind if I asked…what happened to him?"

The room grew silent. Not a sound could be heard, aside from Matt's steady breath.

"My brother and I…somehow we grew a part from each other. I do not know when or how, but somehow…we did. We became bitter enemies."

I am not your brother…I never was.

"Then one day…he disappeared."

Loki had disappeared from Thor's life more times than he wished to remember. Falling from the Bifrost, advocating his role, and ultimately falling off of the very existence he so desperately sought.

And now Loki was right next to him.

But at the same time, Loki was still lost to them all.

"I'm very sorry to hear that Thor. You must miss him a lot."

"Aye, I do. But this is more than just about me. My brother has a duty he must fulfill for the good of us all. That, above all, is paramount."

Regardless of his feelings, his deep feelings, for his brother, the sake of all the realms must come first. "My comrades wish to make amends in person. Please come to the tower on the morrow."

"Uh…I've got work that day."

"Well, what of the day after?"

Luke looked towards his ceiling. "I could ask for some time off I guess..."

"Wonderful!" Thor forced a smile. "We shall await you!" Thor placed his glass on the floor and walked towards the door. "Thank you for your hospitality…"

Luke waved slightly and smiled. "Yeah, sure."

Thor walked through the door.

"Loki," Thor said as he walked across the hallways "I promised father I would bring you back. And that is an oath I must keep."