He sort of half-chuckled and took a sip of the spiced apple wine she offered. Then, surprised, he pulled the cup back so he could really look at it. “Thats,” he said, “That's really good, Squirt. Like really really good.” Loki smiled at her and then took enough sip. There were a few little pet names he used with Idun, she being far more like a sister to him than anything else, and frequently it was some play on her size: Short Stuff, Shorty, Wee One... and his favorite of those... Squirt. So it was no surprise that he would call her that now.
Especially as he trespassed on her orchard in search of a place to think. A few quite moments passed where he sipped at the wine and he returned to his previous thoughts. Mostly about his children. “Do you think,” he asked without give Idun much back story, “that it was a mistake to bring them here? To take them away from their mother?”
It wasn't the sort of question he could ask Odin. His blood-brother would give some vague answer about children needing their mother. Which Loki would constantly question Odin's sincerity about, wondering rather if it was just that he didn't like Loki's more... unusual children.
Loki plucked another blade of grass with his free hand, except rather than make a sound with it or discard it to the side, he put the blade between his teeth and shifted it around. There was nothing to worry about in the quality of the grass. Idun took impeccable care of all the plants in her stead so even the grass was well cared for. “Even though their mother was utterly psychotic, would they have been better off with her?” It was no secret that Loki and Andrboda's short lived marriage had been a tumultuous one -filled with arguments, physical aggression and flying objects. He left her and took Fenrir, Jormungandr and Hel with him so they wouldn't grow up in that sort of environment.
But in Asgard... In Asgard they got funny looks and few dared interact with them.