Politics certainly wouldn't have been his strong suit.

[ The Thor she knew had no head for more than his own ego most days. He was the one who left New Asgard in different hands - but she doesn't say as much. Doesn't care to. Even if they spent the better part of a year or two on a ship together, it's not like she really knew him - never really wanted to. ]

[ Nebula nods, expression emotionless. She'd cried when her father was beheaded - but it was as much a twisted feeling of loss of that figure and the freedom it had meant. She has no remorse for him, even if a part of her ached to truly get recoginized. It was backwards and stupid, but emotional abuse does twist you in the funniest ways. ]

[ She's glad he's dead. That doesn't mean there's some underlying complications of it. ]

I did. [ She tilts her head ] He took me from my home as a child and raised me as his daughter.

[ The venom with which she says daughter is more sarcasm then casual statement - because when she finally started to escape his clutches she'd made that realization. A father would care for and protect you, Thanos had done none of that. ]

There was no one who could have wanted him dead more than me.

[ Sorry, Loki. This is just how she feels but then... look at her. ]