He was exhausted. If there was one blessing to having just arrived back in Asgard it was that any social obligations he may have normally had were at a minimum. He would be allowed to rest to whatever degree he deemed necessary. Loki did the obligatory check-in with Odin, a cursory nod to Frigg and the handful of hens that followed her around -and the few that tried to talk to him when Frigg wasn't looking... as per usual, a larger than necessary meal and a cup more of mead than necessary with Thor (because just two was not acceptable, apparently) before he was left alone to retreat to clean himself up and pass out.
Which he had every intention of doing. In that order. Clean himself up -because after being out and about even though he had been able to wash he could still use to take off the clothes he'd been wearing for days now and a shave, and then pass the fuck out... probably for a few days uninterrupted if he had any say in it. Which was banking on someone -namely Thor or Odin, not deciding to wake him up and haul him off for something they deemed more interesting than a nap.
Candle lit to light his way enough through the hall, because he had no desire to put effort into starting the main fire at this hour, it could wait. Instead, he tossed his bag, without even looking into the room, into his bedroom and continued down toward the washroom. Several other candles were lit, water was poured, and he let out a loud, tired sigh.
Emerging a significant amount of time later, after extinguishing all but the candle he needed to light his way, Loki was happier. Clean, damp, freshly shaven and naked. Though, while he was tired, Loki did not immediately go to bed. Instead, he squat before the fireplace and while he was reluctant to get his newly clean hands dirty, he reached in, rotated a few things, shifted some coals that had been allowed to go out and used his innate power to bring them back to life. Just enough to give the room a small warm, glow and take the chill of night out of the air.
Loki grabbed his bag off the floor, not his good one, that he'd lost before when he'd left it behind at Holda's... and he had no intention of going to retrieve it. Inside he pulled out a small leather pouch and dumped the contents into his hand. It wasn't much, but the recipient was beyond the age of simple trinkets and much else was grossly inappropriate. And she was so far away. Why did she have to be so far away? Fuck Odin for that. Hel was his daughter. She should have been allowed to stay with him until she had been old enough to go on her own.
Setting the bag back on the floor, the little necklace next to the candlestick on a nearby table, Loki sat on the edge of the bed, facing the fire and sighed.