She blinked through his surprise, waiting for the man to catch his wits. There, up to speed, he was. She gave a nod of approval at the explanation for Loki's presence, then listened carefully as her currents gathered around her, creeping slowly at first. In their debt? No, never in the Allfather's debt. He completed a task that could have never been accomplished by Odin himself, and for that, Ran (and most others in existence) owed Thor their allegiance.
"I should have been," she said to Nate of her presumed death by the Asgardians. Her tone was forlorn as if she wished it. She should have been in Valhalla with Aegir, but she had been kept as a pet by Surtur, dangling on a leash and barely alive. Then came the rocky voice of the man they were discussing and Ran turned in her whirlpool without a movement from her body, leaving the new god at her back.
A tiny, tiny, very small smile pulled at the corners of her lips when Thor addressed her in such an informal manner, and she accepted his hug but hadn't the gumption to return it. "You were right to do so," she told Thor solemnly about his fears, but then when she was released again by the Allfather Ran bowed her head properly to her king. "It is I who am glad," she told her fellow Asgardian. He addressed the 'King of Helheim' directly, giving him praise, and then he called Loki to heel. Farewell, she thought with relief.
Now: "I will end it now, your majesty." (If Thor said he was king, then he was king.)
Ran's watery vortex grew suddenly and, excluding Nathaniel, the throne room was washed clean of smoldering debris and filth, and she turned her focus back to the wide-open doors that looked out upon the battle. "Uplift your warriors," she asked of him without turning back. They were dead, of course, but the action on the horizon would not be pleasant to experience. The demons, who were all in half-states of life and death and various degrees of existence, though, would not be spared her wrath.
The waters came. Slowly at first. The feet of the trolls and monsters and fiery evil ones began to dampen. As they became bedraggled, her sway over them commenced. The ones that held sparks of life were drawn down into the waters she controlled, and the spirits who wished to do evil deeds were halted in their attacks, turning on their brethren who began to flail as they drowned. The spirits of the drowned were hers, but none of these monsters had ever graced the halls of Aegir.
As the yards of water began to recede and demons fought demons, and the foul souls of criminals attacked one another, Ran turned to look at the God of Darkness. His servants and warriors were safe from her wrath, now that the cleansed battlefield was turning back to dirt and weeds. She would request the King of Helheim begin his spiritual executions soon...