If it found Hela worthy, one does wonder what its criteria were. [In lieu of looking at Thor, which feels strange and prickly just now, Loki looks around the apartment, very like his own, nothing like Asgard.]

She was not our sister. [He holds up a hand to forestall the argument. Weighty thoughts have a tendency to linger in Thor's mind of late, perhaps for good reason, but now they're here, Loki falls back into his pattern of trying to chase them off before they gain a foothold.] No, by your own logic that I am your brother, Hela was not our sister. She was of Odin's blood, but was she raised with us? Did she best us in games and gloat over being the eldest, or hold us apart when we tried to play-fight her together? We knew nothing. Odin's forgotten child, put aside and forgotten. A blood-sister of yours by accident of birth, less even that for me. She was only ever our enemy, Thor, and cared nothing for us as brothers, as family.