Patiently, Odin waited for the Trickster to make up his mind. Would he take him at his word, or would he run? The Valfather had done little to prove himself trustworthy, so he could hardly fault Loki for his hesitation. Should he bolt, Odin would not pursue him. His intention was not to chase him down.
Others would be doing that soon enough, if his memories of what the seeress had told him were to be trusted. He didn't know exactly how much time Loki had, but he was not going to take up more of it than necessary.
At last, the door swung. Not much, and Loki did not step into view in the doorway, but it was enough to let Odin know he would give him at least a little benefit of the doubt. Odin stepped forward, right up to the door, swinging it open far enough that he could see Loki, without actually entering the shack.
"I assure you, I mean no harm, nor did any of the others come with me." They would be here soon enough, with or without his showing the way. It had been foretold. He had not shared all he knew with anyone, not even Frigg. Just as she had her knowledge she kept secret, so did he.
Odin let out a deep, sad sigh. "Ah, Loki. Hard times are coming."
So much had led to this point, and so much was yet to come. And none of it would be pleasant.