He really didn't have time, energy or motivation to argue semantics at the moment. Thankfully, one of the rare blessings the Norns seemed to be giving him tonight, that his shirt was long enough to cover on her what really needed to be covered. Not that there wasn't an uncomfortable stirring in his midsection as one arm reached to scoop behind her bare knees and the other supported her back. Loki just tried to bite that back for now. This was a ridiculous mess.
And when he told Odin about it all later... his blood-brother was never going to believe that this turn events actually happened this way. At all. Thankfully, he knew Odin wouldn't talk to Frigg about it. There were sometimes things that just... continently, never made it back to Frigg. Usually because Odin as being particularly naughty. Meant Loki got to have certain secrets too, sometimes. And this... well, the Alfather was going to think it was a huge fib anyway.
Loki set her down, as gently as he could, on an angle so that he could get some light to the back of her head. “I'm going to go look, this might sting a bit,” he warned. Which, he was sure it would. She had long hair, he was going to have to part it to see if there was a gash on her scalp or not. “Well,” Loki said after a glance, “you are bleeding, but I'm not sure how bad...” Quietly, and as gently as he could manage... which was surprisingly well given how often Hel's flesh tore open, he gave as much of an inspection as he could in the dim light.
“Okay,” he said, sliding around front to face her. “Do you want the good news first or the bad news?”