Thor was miles too far away to hear it, but he knew, all the same, that he had been called. It was like knowing that someone was behind him without turning; it was that feeling, as if someone had pressed a hand against his senses. He knew, too, that it was something not from this realm - it felt familiar in a way that only things of Asgard normally could.

That puzzled him until he found the source. He landed a fair distance from Loki, eying him warily. Strange had been unable to find Loki, and yet here he was. The clearest answer to this mystery was that Loki had somehow concealed himself from Strange's sorcery, but then - that form.

"Where have you been?" He paused, suspicious. "Are you come from Asgard?"