There's no need to relate at the moment what Loki had done after discovering the death-stroke hadn't been as fatal as he (and Thor) had believed. He doesn't regret it, even now. Like it or not, Asgard itself had prospered under his rule, and the rest of the Nine Realms had been left to their own devices for the first time in millennia. What they'd chosen to do with their newfound freedom hadn't been of any interest to him.
He would never dream of pitying Stark. He knows the way pity drags across the mind like pricking claws. No one who faces him without flinching deserves that indignity.
"Has it? Only the last...two months have been somewhat eventful for me," he counters after a pause to recall the time difference, thanks to Sakaar's strange and varied influence, and he's going to elaborate but the question takes him by surprise. "Well, I never did receive it. I had thought the offer might have expired by now."
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He would never dream of pitying Stark. He knows the way pity drags across the mind like pricking claws. No one who faces him without flinching deserves that indignity.
"Has it? Only the last...two months have been somewhat eventful for me," he counters after a pause to recall the time difference, thanks to Sakaar's strange and varied influence, and he's going to elaborate but the question takes him by surprise. "Well, I never did receive it. I had thought the offer might have expired by now."