He couldn't help himself, he chuckled. “I don't blame you, I wouldn't subject myself to injury for my company either. I'm not worth it.” Loki pressed himself upwards, but doing do accidentally brushed his hand against a bare part of her skin. “I'm terrible company, actually,” he said, trying to cover the fact that he jerked his hand away and moved to set the shoe and the rest of her things on a trunk nearby. “I'm crude, sometimes rather vulgar... and quite an asshole, really. Terrible, terrible company. You can judge a man by the friends he keeps,” he said, joking... partly. “And take a good look at who I wander the nine worlds with.”
Loki was also trying to avoid her follow up questions. But, he knew she wasn't going to let it go. It was also probably the sort of reality check she needed. He didn't know what the ladies talked about in Frigg's hall, but he was pretty sure none of them included any positive qualities of his. Mostly because he really didn't see that he had many.
Or any. And he'd been told that before... by someone that really sort of burned him. And if she had been willing to believe it, it must have been true.
“Honestly, though?” He said, crossing back over to pick the blankets off the floor and brought them up to cover, at the very least, her very distracting bare legs. “I don't. You see how well I sit in one place. I don't have... What's the word that was used...” before... by another... Loki started to sit on the edge, but changed his mind mid-sit and stood back up, “security.”