Hela listened judicious and impassive as ever looking down on Loki fully understanding the whom. She gently took and steady Loki's tea set. "You really should, but I believe we will be having many more conversation before ypp long. As before, I cannot force you here; however, my door is always open and halls welcoming when you are ready to speak, Hela will listen, brother. And as for your Halloween show? I wouldn't miss it for the world."
She walked into the kitchen, somewhat crestfallen expression marred her beautiful smile, as she set Loki's tea seat in the sink for a soak. Had she made matters worse. Loki wanted Thor dead. Her twin's madness and hatred was spiraling to the depth of darkness she found despairing. Had she truly lost him? Head bowed she hid the tear sliding down her cheek behind the crux of her arm covering icey blue eyes.
Once Loki was gone, Hela regathered herself with a small rallying smile and wiped away the unbidden tears with her thumbs. "Not exactly the sort of tea party I was hoping for." She scanned over the canister in Thor's hand. "A fine choice," they were all fine choice when she had stocked the cabinet and went to fill the kettle before returning it to the burning on the stone. "If you really like it I'll give you a canister to take home to Natasha for your collection."
She fell silent for a few minutes after hearing the front door slab as Loki goes.
"I do worry about the two of you," she leaves the statement hanging there between them as the kettle boils for a second cup.