Loki allowed himself to rock back as James pushed him. His current form was taller than Richard's, and more prepared for physical confrontation, but he had no wish to fight. Especially not now. He decided that if he crossed the threshold, that would be the sign. He would leave willingly. The only other option would be to try and unlock Thor, and the possible consequences of that were too much to contemplate. If he was wrong, if James was really the only one here, then the effects of his act would not be pretty. If he was right, there was still no guarantee they would work. So, instead, as he stumbled back towards the door he merely hoped.
And then hoped no more. The change was unmistakable, the figure who emerged more familiar than any he had seen since his own awakening. The rush of feelings was almost overwhelming, but his grin was wide, and he couldn't help but returning Thor's laugh with one of his own. "I hardly had to!" he shot back. "As always, a challenge seemed to be sufficient." Tossing caution to the wind, he opened his arms, stepping forward into the room and offering his oldest friend his welcome. "It is good to see you, felagi."