Loki sat there, watching the two exchange words that, to him, seemed petty. He'd never been a fan of idle chit chat, least of all when it came from two people he wasn't particularly fond of. Of course, his mood had been soured a touch. Mentions of Darcy, Jane and Natasha had done that well enough, but Thor's words had seemed, to Loki, a not so subtle jab at him.
As he stirred some milk and sugar into his tea, he glanced between them. Of course Thor had told her. And hadn't Loki sort of done the same thing? Perhaps if his magic had been stronger then as it was now, he might have shown Hela something more. Loki set down his spoon carefully and took a sip.
"Very well. Which version of the story would you like, dear sister? The sad tale of an unworthy prince of Asgard, or the story of schemes, lies, and deceit?" As he set down his cup, he shrugged a bit. "Or the simply the highlights? I'd hate to bore our brother."