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Loki's smile faltered slightly as he listened, a more understanding expression taking its place. While he hadn't encountered anything like that himself, he knew what betrayal felt like all the same. Before he responded, he mulled over the information and the questions that the mortal posed with a thoughtful look. He leaned on the table slightly, studying her closely as he replied, subtly searching her visage for her reaction.

He furrowed his brows imperceptibly as he listened to her speak, inclining his head slightly and leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his chest. The God of Mischief felt a flicker of something warm in his abdomen at the mention of her feeling safe around him - a feeling faint and fleeting, but there nonetheless, and the way she smiled at him didn't help. Clearing his throat once she'd finished, he broke himself away from the sensation he had been trying to decipher, shaking his head a little and meeting her gaze again. "Yes, well, I'm quite surprised you haven't been married off yet," he admitted, keeping his voice steady and shrugging one shoulder slightly. Loki contemplated his words before he went on. "If I may... why didn't you? Get married and have a family, I mean?"

As she heard him mention about what happened in new york, her eyebrows lifted wanting to understand his reasons for coming to earth " when you say opposite, what do you mean by that loki?"

Listening as she spoke, he gave a subtle nod in agreement; he had decided that he wasn't going to make attempts at pleasing Odin or Thor any further once he had fallen from the Bifrost. Once he had learned of his true heritage and that he was the 'monster' that he was raised to despise. The God of Mischief observed her quietly for a long moment before he replied, his voice steady and low, "What I mean is that I wasn't necessarily in power - rather, I fought for it as I always do..." He knew it was vague, but his pride - among the conflicting feelings he had - refused to allow him to elaborate further. After all, he hadn't even told Thor...

"There's much more than what everyone saw in New York or in Stuttgart," he mused, shaking his head slightly. "There's usually much more than whatever surface people are shown; only fools take what they initially see as fact." His tone was contemplative as he spoke, a flicker of something unreadable passing in his eyes as he held her gaze. Then, he changed the subject delicately, "Your family - you mentioned you no longer do things to please your father. What happened to change your mind?"

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"Ah, yes, 'Romeo and Juliet' - a classic," he nodded slightly, his mind flashing on the book he had read once while visiting Midgard. The God of Mischief shifted slightly in his chair, leaning back with a faint smirk at the mention of her family; it was one tinged with nostalgia, curiosity, and a conflicting sense of emotion he couldn't quite decipher, caused no less from his own tumultuous relationships with his family. "I know all about being a trouble maker," he mused, his head falling to the side a fraction, "Odin assumes the worst from me at every turn." His expression had faltered a little, just enough to show his inner turmoil for a mere second before his mask fell back into place.

He chuckled to himself as he noticed the faint flush in her features. Loki couldn't help but observe her, taking in the genuine interest she seemed to have and the way her countenance lit up. For a moment, he felt as though he might not breathe. She was enchanting: everything from her softened expressions to the way she teased him, how she seemed to adapt quickly to change and the curiosity she carried...

Still, he remained impassive, carefully keeping his true emotions hidden away. At her question of whether he could go periods of time without eating, Loki gave a quiet laugh, his gaze subtly flickering to the table then back up to meet hers. "We're capable of going two months without food or drink," he answered matter-of-factly, a tinge of mirth in his tone, "I suppose that's a benefit and a curse, depending on how you look at it. I'm not one to eat often, unlike Thor or Volstagg, and I prefer a well rounded diet."

Loki arched his brow slightly, glancing toward her with a flicker of curiosity. As if reading her mind, he chuckled to himself and replied smoothly, "I won't be like this forever - just until we reach the banquet hall. My status as a Prince and trickster - particularly the latter - precede me here." He contemplated her suggestion of catching a play and he gave a small nod in agreement, wondering what sort of theatrics they would put on tonight. "Certainly," The God responded with a hint of interest, "We can attend after dinner."

It wasn't long before they were entering the distinguished halls, long tables stretched out before them full of succulent foods, mead, wine, and the like. Gods, Goddesses, and Asgardian civilians mingled freely, although most notably, Odin, Thor, and a few others weren't present amongst the crowd. He guided her over to a more secluded area, where few sat, to give her some time to adjust and keep her mortality under the radar. As they took a seat together, Loki's form returned to its former state, his mischievous smile returning as he met her gaze. "Miss me then, darling?" he teased quietly, then turned his attention to the platters and silverware before then, gesturing vaguely, indicating she was more than welcome to help herself to the sustenance that lay before them.

His lips quirked up into a small smirk and he observed her momentarily from his peripherals, satisfied with the compliment and her intrigue at his home. "There's plenty of different foods - apples, berries, stews, soups, barley bread, just to name a few," he went on, dodging past another small group of Asgardian civilians.

"There's also something called Sæhrímnir, although it might be a little brutal for Midgardians," he admitted, keeping his voice low, just between the two of them. "It's a boar, killed and reborn each night; it's eaten by the Æsir - the Gods - and the einherjar, which are those who have died in battle and reside in Valhalla."

He mulled over the inquiry, deciding how much information he wanted to give the mortal about his abilities. While he loved the idea of someone being genuinely interested in his capabilities, he wasn't fond of playing all his cards in one go. "They don't refer to me as the God of Mischief for no reason," Loki mused, another small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I've plenty of different powers; shape-shifting, hypnosis, teleportation..."