Loki was starting to regret this already. He wondered if she had people working for her spying on them, watching them. Tracking him with a sniper rifle or something else. She pulled him forward. Rather than stopping it, he allowed himself to be pulled towards her, a look of irritation on his face. He smiled a touch and let go of her, sitting back.
That smile did not last long. Yes, his story...
"I was put away to rot in a cell for the rest of my days" he began with a frown. Just mentioning made him remember everything about the way Odin looked at him before locking him away. He could recall the way everything looked and smelled. "While I was trapped, Asgard fell under siege to the Svartálfar... Dark Elves. And while they were slaughtering our men and breaking prisoners free from their cells... They killed my Mother".
It didn't matter how many times he shouted that she and Odin were not his blood relatives, he still called her Mother. Still called him Father. She gave him furniture for his cell, gave him books and things he could enjoy. She cared for him...
"I helped Thor. Gave him what he needed to trick Malekith. Thor thinks I am dead..." he laughed softly. "And here I am..." he said, holding his arms out at either side.