Somewhere beneath the ice and the steel of her feelings, Hela knows the urge to laugh, and laugh and laugh. No matter how he tries to change, somehow every Loki manages to be so much the same, in the end.

"And what if I say to you that Hela has no need for a pupil? You will not stand in my stead and take up the cause of the dead should I fail, because you are Loki. You offer me yourself, but what use are you to me? I need no disciples, no advisors, no generals. I am the only power in Hel. And you are a poisoned gift in any form, of any age. We both know this." There is the barest hint of a smile on her face, but from Hela, that is everything. "What will teaching you do for Hel and its queen?"