Days. Weeks. Months. They all blended into themselves back in Asgard especially when one's mind was so distracted with grief and worry and surrounded by celebration. But all of that didn't seem to matter right now as he peered down at his brother, alive, intact, and as deadpan as ever. His resistance failed as soon as it became obvious to Thor that Loki was going to stay stubbornly at the bottom of the stairs in order to keep a general distance between them. In a flash, Thor was down the stairs, wrapping his brother in an embrace that was coupled with a laugh, "Does it matter, Loki? You're alive! However long it's been, you're alive!" Thor exclaimed, pulling back and grasping his brother firmly on the shoulders as he beamed and admired him for a moment before yanking him back into a bone-crushing hug. "I feared we had lost you for good."
It had been one of the reasons that Thor had found it so difficult to be around his friends after the events. Not only did he have serious doubts about himself that they didn't seem to share, they almost unanimously believed that Loki's absence - they had always been very, very careful not to use the word 'death' in reference to it while within his presence - was a positive development for Asgard while Thor missed his brother immensely and believed that Loki's absence would only harm them should war return to Asgard. For what Loki lacked in brute strength, he made up for in brilliant strategic thinking, one aspect of battle which even the Warriors Three could not match him in. But right now, none of that was a concern. Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg weren't here, and Loki was. If anything, this would give him a chance to make up for himself without them insisting that he had nothing to apologize for.