He shrugged and rubbed his face with his free hand. What had brought these worries to the forefront now? That was a valid question. It had a lot to do with how Loki felt his children were being perceived by the Aesir. He didn't miss the strange looks, the lack of interaction with them or the whispers. Maybe it was just Loki's perception of it, but it seemed like even Odin was unnerved by their presence. That did not sit well. He hoped things would change as they got older, but perhaps not.
The children were unusual. Fenrir was a wolf, Jormungandr a serpent and Hel... she was the most normal of the three and even she... she...
Loki sighed. He wasn't quite ready to go there. First things first, answer Idun's question. “Well, for starters, they haven't really been accepted among the residents here. They are all fairly extroverted, I can't imagine they don't notice the stares and the whispers.” He sighed again and took another sip of the wine.
It wasn't the wine, or promise thereof, that prompted him to loosing his lips. It was Idun. Their friendship was one of those where there were no expectations of how either of them should be. No judgments made based on choices and actions. They were simply, themselves. Idun accepted him for how he was, flaws and everything, and he absolutely adored her for it. Even now as she risked dirtying her dress in order to pick his brain, he was thankful for her.
She knew his secrets and he trusted her to keep them so. He trusted her with the deep thoughts that plagued him at times, ones he couldn't share with Thor for a lack of understanding and wouldn't share with Odin because while the Alfather was well suited to deep-conversation the man spoke in riddles at times and sometime Loki didn't want riddles. Sometimes he wanted honest opinions and answers. It was times like this when he found himself in Idun orchard, sometimes even if it was raining.