[The line of Loki's shoulders shifts uncomfortably at that question. A part of him will always be hotly, ravenously jealous of Thor, another part will always be somewhat consumed with madness, but most of Loki has now settled into, yes, being thankful for the familiarity Thor represents. He cannot yet put into words why being among strangers was going to strengthen that, and so he does not make the attempt.

Instead he listens, accepting a few bites, and has the grace to glance aside, understanding Thor's frustration.]

Ah. Yes. ...well, he was safe. In a way. Safer than he might have been on Asgard. ...and no harm can reach him now, in Valhalla.