Loki suppressed the urge to roll his eyes once again. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't believe her - Thor was always sentimental and tended to take too much on his own shoulders, but his death had been his own fault and his own failure. "Thor is not my protector. It wasn't his doing, nor is my death his... problem. If I have to claw my way back out of Hel personally I'm more than happy to do so."
He watched her with the stone but aside from shredding the grass, he was still himself. "Books? I read a majority of the library while I was imprisoned on Asgard, but perhaps they'll be something I haven't read before," he cast his eyes up to the sky for a moment, then back to her. "What do people do here?"