He backed away from the window that he saw Odin from right into its opposing wall and fumbled for the latch on the door. Loki needed to go, and quickly. There was no telling who was lurking on the mountain to come get him. As his fingers fiddled with the latch, quietly curing that he didn't make it easier to open the damn door, he heard Odin call out to him.
"Peace, Son of Laufey. I come only to talk."
To talk? What did they possibly have to talk about? Loki hadn't actually exchanged more than a few cursory words with the Alfather since... well, since Baldr's death. Which made sense. By his hand in it, he had betrayed his relationship with his blood-brother. At the same time, by honoring Hodr and assisting, he had done right by the boy Loki loved like one of his own sons. There had been no good choice.
Finally, he released the latch and nudged the door open. The only thing stopping him from darting through the door and up further into the mountains was the way Odin had addressed him. It tugged at his heart, just the mere mention of his mother's name. Laufey. It pained Loki to think what sort of versions of what had happened would reach her Isle of Lauer. For Odin to recognize how his blood-brother did not take Farbauti's name as his own, but his mother's instead, meant that it seemed he would have truly come in peace.
Though, Odin was just as tricky a fellow as Loki himself. This could be a trap.
Even so, he stepped forward just enough to flick the latch on the front door open. The door swung open a bit, enough so Odin could see he was welcome to approach, but that the Trickster was not about to leave the perceived safety of his shack unless he had no other option.