Asgard: Loki/Thor
A more cautious man might have felt fear in knowing that Loki could travel those paths, could come and go as he was wont to do without aid or use of the Bifrost. A man that felt threatened by Loki might have felt a chill creeping down his spine to see those horses, to know that Loki had come so close, unseen, for if he had been seen then surely someone would have raised an alarm.
All Thor felt was warmth in his belly, a smile stretching his lips even as he suspected that Loki had a far more ulterior motive for this little trip than to give him a gift. It was a moment stolen out of time, his laugh light as he came closer and clapped his brother on the shoulder. The armor - the lack of helmet (that was never far when it came to Loki - was noticed. But Loki looked well, eyes the clear green of their youth, his pallor no longer pronounced by sickly yellows and sunken eyes as it had been after he'd fallen. "And it seems as though I have a cow for a herald." A tease, almost a joke, a banter that had once been common between them.
And might one day be again. As foolish as it was, as far as peaceful reconciliation seemed impossible, it was still a hope Thor carried stubbornly and without the slightest inclination to give it up.
One last quick clasp, his hand moving from shoulder to throat, palm to the side of Loki's neck, a brief point of contact before he was turning to the chestnut stallion. "This one." The speckled one he had seen before, but never ridden; the same was not true of the chestnut. Patting the horse on the neck, he reached for the reins, one foot into the stirrup, hand on the horse's crest and up. "So, where are we off to, Loki?" He asked as he settled himself into the saddle.