Loki swallowed. That was the thing about him: it weren't just his own emotions that made him uncomfortable. Other people's did the same. Especially if they meant something to him. For a moment, he kneaded his own free hand. "Mother, please, we've been over this." He swallowed, feeling the tiredness once again as he stepped onto the ship. "I would not wish another mother in my life. You know what my birth mother did to me. I am alive and I am grateful for it." He hadn't always seen it that way. All he had been able to deal with was his anger and frustration. The sense of betrayal had been overwhelming. But now he knew what death was like. To have done that to a baby...
He let her into the ship and shut the ramp behind them. "Please..." He gestured towards the seats in the cockpit. Then he let go of her arm and slumped down in the pilot seat. There was a quick flash of relief before he buried it.