Loki and Thor

(A month has passed since those events with Gorr... life has returned to normal... New Asgard continued to flourish... and Thor, along with Gorr's daughter, moved into a camper van... Thor tried to give her everything in his power so that the story with his brother... his dead brother... would not repeat itself... until one day, while he and Love... that was Gorr's daughter's name... were cooking something together and his hammer was lying somewhere to the side... suddenly, it flew right out the window...)

Thor: What the...? confused, he ran toward the flying hammer

Love: Dad, where are you going?

Thor: I have to leave for a moment! It seems the hammer has gone completely mad 😩 running to the spot where the hammer had flown, he froze... the hammer had landed right in the hands of Loki... who he thought had died... but he was somehow different... or rather, he was still himself, but... he had changed... instead of the Asgardian clothes he always wore, he had green robes... and instead of the golden helmet, there was something similar, but with longer horns and some glowing patterns

Loki: Hello, brother... he said with a soft smile, holding the hammer

Thor: Loki... but you... I... actually, you know what? It doesn't matter! hugged Loki