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Loki startles into awareness. There's a feeling tightening his brows, something he hasn't ever felt before: someone's magic brushing against something inside him, searching for something. There's another probe of magic, against his mind, and he shakes.
It's Thor. Thor, his beautiful, golden, recklessly straightforward prince, caressing him gently from across space.
He probes back with care, sending his love and anticipation of seeing his prince again.
"Loki, brother, come out to the garden with me." Thor says, his smile crooked on his face in a way Loki's never seen before. He frowns but follows anyway because if there's one thing Thor wouldn't do, it’s hurt Loki.
And then, in the dark garden among Loki's safest places in the palace, Thor waits patiently for Loki's back to turn and then, still smiling that awful, nasty lopsided expression, strikes Loki over the head with something made of stone, and Loki's insides explode. This is not Thor. Loki is not safe.
Teleportation is easy, now that Thanos has been left in the hands of the Stones (as they are sentient enough to deal with one undeserving of their power) and cannot chain Loki's magic or mind any longer.