Loki masked the anxiety the questions caused him with a laugh, waving his hands as if to slow Thor down. "So many questions, brother!" he chuckled, thinking quickly. He could pretend to know the answers, but he very much doubted whether such a facade would hold up for long. Honesty was probably the best course at the moment. For once. He shrugged and became slightly more serious. "I was hoping you would be able to answer some of mine. I am... new to all of this." He looked around the apartment, brows furrowed. "Very new. Tonight is my first time experiencing all of this first hand, and I was barely able to catch my breath before being attacked by monsters." He offered up a small smile. "So, at least that hasn't changed."
He rubbed the side of his nose, an old mannerism that was comforting in its familiarity. What to tell him of the rest? "I believe this is the first mortal I have... what would the term be? Ridden? Inhabited? Coincided with? I do not know why we are here, or even much of where 'here' is. My memories of the time before, between our days and Richard, are... hazy." That, at least, was a boldfaced lie. He remembered the pain of the snake's venom, the endless eons in his jail, but speaking of that seemed impolitic at best.
To cover for himself, he shifted the conversation quickly. "What of you? Is there aught you can tell me of this place?"