Hela had never been prone to affection, not even in the past. After years spent locked in magical captivity, why would she be any different? Loosening his grip on the railing, Loki glanced down at his hands as he turned them over. What would he be like centuries from now if he and Hela were successful in conquering all the realms? His mind flashed back to when he helped invade New York, his mind consumed by the tesseract's power. The only difference between that Loki and him now was that he felt numb. He no longer felt things the way he should.