"Herald of a warlord, then. However you want to spin it. Not exactly 'coming in peace' back then, were you?" It's a rhetorical question- come and gone as the situation has. They survived, New York is rebuilding, Loki is the least of their problems in the long run.

Weird thing to think, but not untrue.

He'd fiddled a bit with pulling the wires and casing back into his phone, tidying the messy technological sprawl- and Loki lays that out. It's enough to have his full attention snap up to his face, eyes dark, curious, calculating. "...That's disconcerting. How do you exactly lose a- planet? Realm. Seat of power that is that technologically advanced?"