When Thor had arrived on the station he had appeared in a random corridor. Before that point Thor was on a ship, trying to return home. The next thing he knew he was standing in the corridor with a phone at his feet. Thankfully using the device had given him answers, but unfortunately left him with even more questions. His brother was there, but how? And how had his brother been there for so long when Thor had only seem him recently? It didn't make any sense. Just as he was trying to work things out, he felt a strange sensation surround him and he shifted locations once more, this time to a comfortable living room. There sat Loki and the woman he had spoken to on the network.
Thor looked puzzled at first, before looking to his brother. That familiar look of clarity and even anger replaced his confusion. But how had Loki done that? Or was it his doing?
"Loki" he said, looking to the other man with some caution. "Did you bring me here? Is this your doing?" he asked. He didn't seem angry as he spoke. He just seemed tired. Worn out. Like he had accepted his brothers nature and in a way he had. He looked to the woman and politely nodded her head in her direction. "Greetings"