The thought of Loki with a beard is startling enough to draw a short laugh out of Thor. Honestly, he might be able to pull it off, but the trickster has always favored a clean, youthful face. Perhaps it's easier to misdirect strangers when he looks younger, more innocent. Or maybe he simply doesn't like it, but Loki has almost always had deeper reasons for what he does, Thor knows that now. "Your twin isn't the only one. A friend of mine, Steven Rogers, I've met two of him and can tell them apart the same way."

Honestly, it's a good look for him. Thor can appreciate a good manly beard.

Thoughts of how to tell the more identical Lokis apart, however... Thor's smile dims a little. "There's something about him," he says at last. "Not physical, not obvious. Something in the way he looks at me, sometimes, like he knows something my Loki doesn't." And after the small scraps of intel the trickster saw fit to pass along, just hints of a deeper knowledge, Thor has a pretty good guess what is on his brother's alternate's mind.

But that's something he shouldn't trouble the captain with, he thinks, so he shrugs and adds, "And my Loki hasn't made a habit of visiting here, not yet. Norns forbid if he takes it up, I might never know which Loki I'm speaking to."