There's no doubt in his mind that the other Loki is dead. Heimdall, too, he suspects strongly, has lost his life in defense of Asgard. The last three standing in any world must always have been Thor, Heimdall, and the Valkyrie, and if Thor sent the latter to gather and shepherd any people escaping by way of escape pods or the Commodore...

Well. If she survived, that would be a bright spot in a dark universe. A bright, wine-drenched spot with the mouth of a sailor. (He really would like to see her again.)

He twitches a little at the touch to his shoulder, but refocuses readily enough on Prometheus. "Is it, though? Is it enough? They have lost their entire world, and then had their means of escaping that disaster destroyed, ripped from beneath their feet. It's cruel."

Railing against the Norns won't make any difference, though, and if hating Thanos could harm him, he'd be crushed under the sheer volume of Loki's spite by now. What's happened has happened. "I...will take charge of the injured children, and the ones who I've had to spell to sleep. But for the others, yes. Many of them are alone, orphans, but I think the older children can help the younger, for a while, and there are a few adults here. If you can help find them housing..."

And maybe this is temporary. If the Valkyrie managed to get away, there will be adults to help aboard the Commodore, if they can just get to them.