[He didn't expect to find such fine company in this forsaken place. And despite the turmoil in his heart, and the brokenness that fills him, he feels something close enough to happiness when he speaks to her. And he will make a point to have many other conversations happen in the future, if he finds that he truly cannot leave these lands.]

Asgard is real as any realm can be, and more beautiful than can be imagined. [He struggles, quietly, barely twitching when she says that Odin is his father, though. He so wants him to be. He wants it to be real, that he is a real son of Asgard, not the child of a warring monster. But he nods then, and smiles.] My brother is Thor, my mother the lady Frigga. It may be of legend and story for most. But for me, the realm eternal is very much a reality. [Loki smiles then, rather gently. He's paying close attention to this conversation, trying to learn as much about this woman as possible.] You are still a queen, simply displaced. Do not let any tell you otherwise.

[Oh, he likes her even more than he thought.] Oh, of course. The word whore always tends to follow a strong woman, doesn't it? So common, so weak.