Thor stood still, head turned to watch the retreat of his future queen. He kept eye contact until she was slightly too far out of range, but his expression had been clear: go home. If she was as intelligent and as wonderful as he understood her to be, she would go. When the lightning ball around her began to shrink, he gave her a nod of thanks and farewell, then turned back to the massive idiots before him. There was still some distance between them.
"Shall I come to you, or?" he gestured from himself to the entrance, then back again. "I'll just come to you," he nodded and took the first steps toward the senator and guards and all the other spectacle that had formed around the entrance to their 'court'. "Let's move this along quickly, gentlemen, I have a wedding to plan," the giant blond king said as he neared the group of other men.
As the jet took off behind him, Loki's conscience felt a tiny fraction cleaner. He was glad he'd come when he'd heard and felt Thor's outcry, now. The warmth of Eva's belly could still be felt upon his fingers. His nephew was safe and he'd had a hand in it. Once the air was clear of transports, he'd return to Asgard and ensure things had gone as planned.