Loki was in no mood to suffer the father of the queen, but there he sat... suffering... "So... Loki, have you just tried apologizing to Baldr? Loki, maybe just let Thor take a hand?"
"On the slight," his eyes narrowed for emphasis, "chance I've nothing to apologize for, I think I shall wait for the verdict of my culpability." As for his hand... "Perhaps one day, the time will come for me to join the ranks of the misshapen, haggard fathers of our family, but I feel it would be premature now." Loki then tapped Forge's mechanical hand with his middle finger and refocused his attention on the man across from him, quite unabashedly. "I am sorry for what you might have endured," he said, sincerely, "and if we truly are brothers," which seemed to be the general consensus, "I-" Eva entered, and Loki paused to stand, then spoke more quietly, "will see that justice is served." Whether the smaller man believed his sentiment or not, Loki had already vowed to Thor to submit to punishment, should he be found guilty.
His sharp eyes then focused to hone in on what was being said with the newly-developing squire and the king. Everyone there was family. Yes... for better or worse, indeed. "They're quite stylish," Loki told Brayden sincerely, though he wore a smirk tinged with self-appreciation. Then... there was a rather curious exchange between king, queen, and hand, and Loki's eyes narrowed with intrigue and amusement, "Concerned after your job security, Nathaniel?" the prince joined in the game.