"So," Loki said, as they fell behind the rest, "what's the goal, here?"
"You know," Thor muttered, "Escape. Devil's Anus."
"Yes, quite. And, tell me if I misremember, revenge?"
Thor gave him something between a shrug and a nod.
"And what an exemplary team you have assembled for it."
"What's your angle?"
"Angle?"
"You always have an angle."
"No angle. Just..." Ah, here it was. "You're a prince of Asgard. This is who you consort with?"
"Loki..."
"You're worth more."
Thor glanced at him. There was a... spark. A moment. Then;
"Ah, well." Loki smiled, sadly. And they walked on.