"I still prefer himself, but both works," Loki said with half a smile, squeezing the man's hand with considerable strength. Even in this form, Loki, as an Asgardian, could lift a few tons and only restraint stopped her from accidentally crushing bones when she handled humans.
"Our people are content in a time that yours have long left behind. Granted, for their simple natures it is enough, as it does indeed fulfill their repetitive wishes of fighting, drinking, eating and intimacy. What seems dated here is natural to us." Very gratifying, to find an intelligent human to talk to. From what I've seen, they're not the majority either. "My nature led me there. It would have been a foolish thing to ignore magical potential out of a false sense of male pride." She smiled her unpleasant smile. "Say, to tell me wether I know your counterpart or have misidentified you - if I remember correctly, you know magic from your own family?"
The god nodded her head. "The honor is mine. I fear I am slightly misplaced here, but can neither reach Asgard nor my children." For a moment, Loki's eyebrows drew together, and honest worry flickered in her pale expression.