Madness?! THIS IS FRUIT-GARD!
"Foolish is more the word," He shook his head, fiddling with the stalk of a cherry before flicking it away. "I tend to invite death more often then I should." He shrugged, his facial expression was one that said 'I just can't help myself'. Though well aware of how maudlin this conversation was getting he swiftly redirected it, "Perhaps its best not to think of that for now, what do you intend to do with yourself here on Midgard?" Looking curious, because he couldn't quite think of anything worthwhile to do on the irritating planet.
"You know me now. You have your father? Perhaps you ought to expand your horizons"
Loki probably wouldn't take kindly to such a do-gooder request, he might be persuaded if he was able to bargain something from it.