[Loki's voice is cold as he finishes making the tea.]

He is no brother of mine.

[He walks back over to his younger self and thumps the mug of tea down in front of him]

And I shall speak as I like.

[Pathetic, he thinks. Even his younger self likes Thor better. He stalks away to see to his own cup of tea, dumping it out in the sink and starting a new one.]