“What have you gotten yourself in, now,” Loki drawls but he sounds approving, giving his alter ego a slow once over. Youth is a perfect mask, a perfect vector to convey guilelessness or innocence.

“Back from oblivion?” he repeats, curious. “Were you so careless to get yourself killed twice in recent years?” He's clearly taunting Loki, more to get an explanation than because he does not understand how that might be.

“Statistically, he must villainous in at least one dimension. Which leaves us the part of saving it.” He makes a slight face. “What a terrible universe that must be.”