[ He neatly spins on his heel, ready for a fight, Loki balls up his fists as if to gather every ounce of presence to throw back into Thor's face. He is smarting from Thor's words and the ceremony he wished to conduct in private and he needs is an excuse to fall. ]

I would have you not toy with me! Why ask me for hope and wishes if all you seek to do is undermine them?

[ His voice is sharp and brittle like Loki will snap in two if he continues to speak. His fingers lash out to curl themselves tightly over Thor's clothes, ready to rend and shake. ]

Which is it, Thor? You speak of justice but where is mine? Asgard robbed me of my life as I knew it. Who will pay for that? Who?

[ But he knew the answer. No one. The All-Father certainly won't step to admit his wrong. Thor won't. He will be denied in life and in death. His grip slackens as his own weariness sets in. Fighting with Thor yields nothing. If there were a suitable cage, Thor would put him there.

And Riverview is a cage. ]