"You've battled worse than gods before," Loki pointed out, almost insulted for him, to be ended by what sounded a little bit like a singular bitch slap. What a poor way to go.
Then, Thor had always been finely tuned in the art of not stopping to observe and make a plan first. That probably hadn't helped.
Loki stood then, adjusting the little horned headpiece atop his head and tilting his mouth into a sideways sort of smile. "Younger?" He asked, although he wasn't surprised anymore, not since he'd seen that version of himself that Thor was talking about, the one Loki had known. It was a face he'd remember well, and use to his own advantage in the future, no doubt. "Well, you don't have the monopoly on death or rebirth. How is your Diana?" They hadn't spoken directly, but Loki paid attention.