The strange looks he was getting he didn't mind in the least. How often could people say they had seen the Prince of Asgard? He approached a stranger with a warm (yet cocky) smile on his face and opened his mouth to ask about where he could find transport back to Asgard. "Good day sir and well met!" he greeted. He frowned when the stranger didn't even seem to notice him. He was about to speak again when a voice reached his ears. He turned, his sword ready to be unsheathed when his eyes landed on something rather...odd. The clothes the dark haired man wore spoke of Asgard in their coloring and wear, much more so than any other garment that he could currently see.
But it wasn't his clothing that was making Thor frown. It was the man's eyes. He knew those eyes. "Brother Loki?" he asked curiously. He let go of his sword and drew closer to his brother, giving a bit of a laugh. "What new illusion is this that you appear full grown?" Not thinking it strange to do, he threw his arms around Loki and gave him a hug followed by a thump on the back before he pulled back, grinning.
"Is this why you have locked yourself away in the temple? To master more magics after our quest with the Warriors Three? Or is it a distraction with what Algrim did to Father and our home?" The grin never left his face though as he watched his brother, though every so often his eyes drifted to the people around them who didn't even seem to notice them.