Maybe Thor holds onto him a little tightly, or a little too long, but his eye is clear and his smile undimmed when he sets Loki back down on his feet, leaving his hands on the youngster's shoulders. "Just about. I was almost finished packing. Get the portal ready, and I'll be right there."

Another loaf of bread and a handful of apples join the rest of their goodies in the bag, and Thor reaches out his metal hand and calls to Stormbreaker, the axe leaping off the crooked brackets above his mantle and into his hand. There's a crackle like lightning as it takes the form of a walking stick, its head carved with runes, much less threatening than its true shape. Fully prepared to face their trek across the universes, Thor makes sure his door is closed, and shoulders the bag sturdily. Odd that he should feel nervous about traveling to one of the Nine, especially one he's been to before, but this is different. This is another Alfheim, not the same one that Thor has set foot on before. How will it be different? Will it be the same? What else of Loki's universe has he yet to discover?

"I'm ready," he calls out to the godling.