Watching the information cycle over Bucky's face was a task in of itself, which it quite easily did, as he was obviously processing each and every bit carefully. Uh oh, hopefully, his head wouldn't pop. Loki wouldn't be able to fix that.
"Bingo!" The Trickster snapped a finger, pointing to the tip of his nose and the other back at Bucky before realizing that he probably wouldn't understand what that meant. Unfortunate. Gesturing haphazardly in the air with a twirl of his wrist, Loki tried to wave off the anxiety that was almost a clear sweat on the man's face. "Oh, I wish we had some music from home so I could play you a tune--Don't Worry, by Bob Marley. The music on Midgard catches annoying at first but it grows on you. It really does."
More things he'd have no idea what he was talking on about. Which didn't make at all for conversation. Bucky Boo would need some thinky thoughts. "Seriously, Bucky, James, whichever you decide to go by--I'm going to call you Bucky Boo because you have the face of a kicked puppy--but, it's alright. You're in good hands. I give you my word," which would be a laughable sentence, would Bucky know whom he was talking to, all the more reason why Loki's lips twitched, "Things will fall into place. All of those conflicting thoughts you're having now? Don't fight them, allow them to find their place and sort."