Loki had been in this place long enough to know that the majority of worlds seemed to be un-used to such things - powers, spirits and magic and apocalypses... even the worlds that seemed to have people with abilities beyond ‘normal’, most seemed to have left the general public with no knowledge of such things. She was able to do something she couldn’t hope to understand, and she was confused, upset.
He remembered the first time he realized there was something different about himself, something his brother and his friends didn’t seem to share. The cold didn’t touch him, it was barely a chill where they were shivering and wrapping their cloaks tighter around themselves. He had played it off casually, claiming to be tougher than the rest of them, but it had been confusing - they all knew he was the least tough of their group. Smartest, perhaps, and the best at magic, but magic hadn’t had a thing to do with it. Now that he knew what he was, it all made sense. At the time, it had been something he pointedly refused to think much about. A secret.
It hadn’t been his secret, though, not really. He hadn’t been fooling anyone - they’d all been fooling him.
>“...All this time I was thinking I’m a freak, which I am but...I’m pretty sure I’m not magic, just...”
“Whatever you are,” he started, tone lingering somewhere between sympathy and a soft intensity, “Whatever you can do... there is nothing wrong with it.” Hypocritical, perhaps, given his own aversion to what he has discovered himself to be, but he had a feeling she needed to hear it as much as perhaps he would have, had he learned sooner, before the time when he’d no longer believe such things. “You will find that here, in this place, there are a great many people who can do rather interesting things. Your abilities do not make you a freak.”