[Hearing all this, Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, the man that negotiated the beginnings of peace between the Imperial Remnant and the New Republic, groans out loud. The child Loki was perhaps more more frustrating to deal with than any of the stodgiest Imperial Moffs or hardline admirals. And he was only twelve. He was done with neutrality, and tired of the venom flying around the room.

So done.

His eyes gave the older one an apologetic look and he turned to the child.]

Loki. I'd like it if you'd agree to never speak such ills of your older self again. He's not the monster you seem to think he is. I'd like your word on it. And I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your word this time.

[And with a lack of anything else to do, he expelled a breath and prepared to stop the older Loki from tearing apart the boy.

Not that he'd blame him in the slightest]