The truth seemed to be a tall order, Loki thought. If Hela was seeking trust, he knew he was doomed to fail from the start. And yet there was no point in trying to weave himself out of it, because eventually she would dream, too, he knew it, and somehow he felt those dreams would line up. So he sighed a bit, which was a sign of giving in this one time. Best to get it done with, anyway.
"Very well. My dreams exist alongside Thor's, and, as I have no idea what Thor has told you, I suppose we'll start at the beginning." Loki took a long sip of tea, gathering his thoughts. He wasn't really all that bothered with telling Hela, he decided. The two had been on rocky terms for years, and it didn't bother him much what she would take from it all. But he had yet to lay out his dreams for Thor, and there were plenty of reasons behind that. The thought of stating them so openly in front of his brother was what unsettled him.
"And that would be Thor's coronation. It's a strange thing, you know, to love your brother and be happy for him, and yet feel as though his day should be yours. Why, really, should Thor be king? So like any proper god of mischief, it seemed only right to intervene. A few frost giants to put everyone on edge was perfect, and it was with perfectly chosen words that I convinced him to go to Jotunheim to finish the fight from centuries ago. My intentions had only been to prove to Odin how unfit Thor was to be king. Getting Thor banished had been, admittedly, a delightful surprise. From there, the plan seemed easy enough. A prime opportunity to show I was the better brother. Odin fell into his Odinsleep after telling me I was truly a frost giant myself. I resented the old man, loved him, but hated him, and I channeled that into my growing hate for our brother. I took the throne, as it was, at the time, rightfully mine, and visited Thor on earth to tell him he was forever banished. It was hardly enough. Thor's friends would find a way to bring him back, so it seemed only reasonable to get rid of him permanently. I suspect it's no surprise that the plan backfired. Thor returned to Asgard and bested me, and yet I suppose I knew that I could never truly be anything more in Odin's eyes, so I dropped into the unknown."
Another sip of tea, and Loki set his cup down, shifting in his chair. "I wandered through realms and worlds, a far cry from the prince I used to be, and met a being that would be, what I thought, my survival. I cut a deal with him. The ultimate power source for him, so long as I got earth. Earth, after all, was something that had grown dear to Thor, which I couldn't stand for. So that was where I went, filled with a thirst for glory and infamy and revenge, and, as always, a careful plan in place. I was delighted to learn that a team was being assembled for the sole purpose of stopping my plans, less delighted when Thor showed up. I tried to kill Thor, again, tried to turn his friends against themselves, and, for what it's worth, I very nearly succeeded. In New York, the portal to the other world had happened, the invasion was happening, but villains are always doomed to fail, aren't they? So I was shackled and returned to Asgard, and, allow me to assure you, had no remorse for any of it."
He held out his hands, palms up, in a sign to show that he was being entirely truthful and upfront, when he said, "And, the fact of the matter is, sister, I have embraced it. Thor thinks it a poor choice, of course he does, but why fight it. I believe the dreams are simply what we are, and so refuse to deny myself that. Of course, living in the OC, one hardly needs to be a trickster god. This place does it all perfectly well on its own."