[ Loki doesn't answer, tilting the glass in his fingers. ]

It was petty. I am well aware that they are suffering. That we — we have lost a home.

[ And it is Loki's fault. It always, always is. Deliberate or indirect, it all comes back to him like some insidious poison he can't fully shake. ]

But all I could think was how lucky they still had me, Asgard's last and strongest sorcerer to help them perform the rites. When they couldn't have been bothered to tell me my mother died when I languished in my cell.

They need me and I want to throw it in their faces.