Loki was taking aback by the harsh reactions. He glanced to the side, a feeling of discomfort coming over him. His brother had always had friends. Thor had been admired and loved. Loki had been dreaded. It would always be like that. No one wanted to be around a monster like him. He swallowed. There was a reason he did not have any friends. If he lay his vulnerable sides more open, it only let to hurt. Trust did not come easy for him and his life had been thrown around over the course of the last decade. Everything was still fresh.
"A prince usually does not receive such questions..." he said quietly, kneading his hand with his own fingers. It was his way of an apology and explanation. He could not get himself to say any more.