There was a long moment of what most would consider companionable silence, and what Loki would consider giving someone the cold shoulder while considering what was said. As for those horns? Darcy could remind him of it, but he was conveniently 'forgetting' about them. Besides, they truly looked like they belonged there. Why not leave them for a while longer?
"You only know me due to whatever shreds of wistful remembrances my brother might have told you. And even that was likely tainted by his hatred of me, or years of telling me to know my place or mind my tongue, in favor of his own reckless plans. Apparently, time spent in Midgard has cured him of such a habit. Since 'hammer it in the face until it ceases to move' was his usual method of planning anything," Loki was saying, once he was not stuffing his face with waffles. Despite his impeccable table manners, he was packing some breakfast foods away. Asgardians are sadly addicted to Midgardian breakfast foods. This is a fact.
"Also," he added, "if you do not trust the rest of the Avengers? You are relying heavily upon one of their number to dole out punishment upon me, should I harm you. I further believe that my brother would have found your impertinence to be most amusing. And you were present with him, when I sent the Destroyer to deal with those who disobeyed my decree, while I was king. Thus, it seems that you must trust some of the Avengers. At least to some extent."
The issue of self-preservation wasn't addressed, because he wanted to leave that as a huge question mark. Loki then glanced up at her with a look of such cunning, that it seemed he was contemplating 1001 ways to either befriend her or murder her. Since they were being conversational - she was trying to appeal to his sensibilities more than anyone else was bothering to - he was currently leaning toward befriending. But Loki could be a moody and mutable creature. No one need be reminded that could all change in an instant.
"Do tell, why is it that you do not trust those involved with SHIELD," he idly inquired, directing his attention back to the waffles, or what little remained of them. "Perhaps you should invite them for waffles and get to know them, as well."
Loki lobbed a super sarcastic smirk at Darcy, just before taking a ginormous bite of waffles and slowly chewing. Mouth closed. Chin tilted up, almost defiantly. Cheeks puffed out, like a chipmunk.