Loki watched her warily. It was strange how similar they were. Loki had never met her and yet they looked so similar. They dressed similarly too. Loki wasn't quite sure how to take it but all the similarities he had seen in her on the network were now becoming more apparent. It was like they were cut from the same cloth. As if a certain level of emotional torment in Asgard has a lasting impact on a people who could live so long. But she had been trapped for so many years. Loki wondered if that could have been him... And in a way it had been when he had been locked away. Did it show his Father's care for him that he had not been put in the same place as her?
He was hesitant to accept her open arms, and stood, arms behind his back. He didn't accept the hug. To do so would be foolish. He wanted to, but he knew he had to earn her trust. Just as she had to earn his. He had to try and win her over with words, to try and make her see reason. Preya was his chance at happiness, and he wouldn't let his newly discovered sister ruin that.
"I am unsure if it is good but... It is interesting to finally meet you in person" he replied.