Placed differently was Thorism for 'I lost it'. One of the most powerful weapons and/or relics in the Nine Realms, and Thor had lost it. Loki couldn't roll his eyes, not now, knowing that Marrowood was just odd. In truth he hoped that it had only been 'placed differently' because he knew his brother would really really really need that hammer.
"For the best, it's very shrouded within itself, and full of potential brain damage, er, people." Thor was at least considering all possibilities before having even stepped outside of the hotel. Loki had to give him the proper credit where it was due for that.
And there was the eyeroll that had been fighting it's way from behind good intent. Still, Loki did it fondly, a hand rubbing the side of his face while his brother stretched and finally took stock in his environment, waiting for it to kick in. Usually Loki enjoyed being right, now was not one of those occasions, but he quickly perked, feeling out with his senses for another power similar to Thor's.
"I hope that with our combined power it does become nothing more than a quest." From what he had seen it was doubtful, but the demigod could hope, couldn't he? "Let's also hope that it's nowhere within the woods. From which direction do you feel it to be?" If it were either the woods or the lake Thor may or may not be embarking on his own.