#loki 1

"You don't call, you don't write..." Fandral didn't look up from the book, held in one splayed hand. The other hand idly stroked the black cat beside him. "Took a liking to me right away," he said, smirking down at the creature. Now, finally he turned his eyes towards Loki, taking in the sight of the prince who he had recognized purely by footsteps. "I hope you'll forgive the intrusion, but it seemed like drastic measures had become necessary," he said, settling back on the sofa. "Or were you going to avoid me for eternity, Mischief?"

"I brought you some food, elskede." Frigga glided into the room. She was donned in Midgardian fashion, much less grand than her Asgardian garments, but she found the flow of it to be divine. She set the plate down on his desk, and waved a hand in the air to conjure the drink. Smiling at him, she patted his cheek. "You do remember to eat when I'm not around, don't you? Or are you too busy flirting with your co-workers to care for yourself, skatten min?" She tsked playfully. "You do make your mother worry, you know."

"Brother," Thor boomed, his voice brimming with warmth. "I have been searching for you all evening. Why are you out here?" he asked, glancing around the garden. It was quaint by Asgard standards, though perfectly beautiful. "The festivities of Midgard surely haven't bored you already?" There was a question in his voice, but not the one he truly wished to ask. Uncharacteristic for the blonde, he grew quiet for a moment. "Mother wished me to pass along her love," he said, the grin on his face not fading but growing into something more sincere. "Have you been well?"

“Coming from you those feel like the same thing,” Steve said lowly, eyes narrow. Natasha had informed him the Trickster god was back among them. Clint’d had some kind of run-in with him at the wedding, but Steve hadn’t seen it. He was kicking himself for that. Some leader he was. (Not that they were much of a team these days...) “What are you doing back on earth, Loki? Didn’t get enough last time?” 

Loki bails Thor out of jail, 1967:* (Thor #147)

(*technically Loki is not doing it out of fondness, but rather because wants to attack Thor....business as usual, in other words.)

Thor returns the favor, 2019: (Loki #1)

She tried not to peer into people’s minds without permission. But it was difficult, when thoughts were so loud. They screamed at her from every direction. The barista was worried about a cold her baby had. The couple at the table in the window, they were both wishing to be here with someone else. 

But the man in the corner... his mind was unique. Wanda’s curiosity was piqued, and she probed in just a little, looking downwards as her eyes took on a red glow. She wasn’t even sure she could tap into a mind like this, delve deeper than the surface, but she found herself wanting to try.