Loki's own drink was left untouched. He was to intently involved in the conversation. "Yes..." He stopped short of saying 'of course'. "You, Banner, not even a Valkyrie is a match for our dear beloved sister." One sentence ended in sarcasm but we next started softly. "Nor was I. The only chance left to us was to call forth Surtur and let him take both Hela and our home. We escaped but I time there is nothing left of Asgard than its inhabitants and its King." He gestured to Thor. After all the fighting they had done in the past, Loki had made peace with their respective status.
The younger of the pair took one of the bottles and leaned back. "You can doubt my words if you so wish. I have no reason to lie, brother. If I wanted to take this universe, I could. Yet its rule still falls into the hand of the natives. My path is different now."