When Thor picked up the hammer it practically glued itself to his hand, branding the skin with it's handle. He felt his strength return immediately, a boost that only it would give. The lightening curled against the clouds in the sky, but not cracking down to the earth. It was welcoming itself back to it's true master.
Loki had gone but a few feet and Thor called out his name. There was this odd pang to try and reconcile. He'd repay him maybe. One day. Not today, but he could at least be grateful to have what was rightfully his. He said thank you but it wasn't out loud, he gave a simple nod.