I used to be the God of Evil. Jealousy really doesn't rank very highly against that, I never switched off the part of my brain that says, 'Hey, perhaps not caring would be better', only the bit involving raining down immediate carnage.

[ Loki slips off his helm, twiddling around with it and then poking Nico's nose with the tip of a horn. ]

He wanted to be loved by everyone, you know? The First Loki. Unconditional adoration. I've got a better POV now.