Loki sat there and watched his brother for a moment before he let his head fall back against the armrest of the sofa. "This is worse than I could have imagined. Has no one been preparing for Hela's imminent return? Have none of you taken this seriously?" Loki's voice was rising as a glimmer of his old ire broke through his weak facade. "Do even the witches and wizards of the world believe that they are immune to the horror of death if they hide themselves away from it all?"