Loki hums and frowns at nothing, shaking his head a little. He should ask a useful question, like how long had it been since she'd last spoken to Thor on the subject, or how his brother was doing, but neither of those seem important enough to voice aloud. Either he'll find out, or he won't.

Either they'll get off this planet, or they won't.

They'll just have to see.

"So I take it that the Mad Titan won a battle, but you were all aiming to circumvent the war." Time travel, probably, considering what all is involved. Not a bad idea by all measures. "Considering we are here and not in whatever void I had ceased existing in before we arrived, I'm going to presume it worked. Otherwise, there would be little point in reviving merely two souls when half the universe has been obliterated."

So. Take some comfort in that, Natasha. Maybe.