It was a hectic thing, being a Loki. So many irons in the fire, and even when they weren't his, he was still expected to be the one to juggle them. But he was learning. It did mean he wasn't in the Nexus as often as he'd like but when he did come to visit again, he was dismayed to hear that his other-dimensional brother was not in residence. Even more so upset when he heard what had happened, how hard Thor had taken it. Not that he was surprised. The God of Thunder always was fighting for the good of others, and from what he understood this was a heavy blow.

So it was little surprise that the little godling showed up in town, the magpie on his shoulder looking less than pleased at the weather if the fluff of feathers or annoyance to his croaking was any hint, quite comfortable in snooping about and asking anyone who might frown at the little miscreant where he might find Thor. So here's hoping that he's not too busy because he's about to get some very noisy company!