He manages to suppress the urge to cringe. After fighting several hundred draugr he's not all that thrilled by undead in general. This one seems...well, weird as hell, but not unpleasant, at least, so there's no call to take it out on her. "Is it really killing if you're already undead, I wonder?"

But they're not here to talk philosophy. "Shame I'm not my sister, she'd be better equipped to talk you through." Not that Hela was ever especially reasonable, as far as he can tell. The whole world is better off without her around.

The more she talks, the more it sounds like her cheer is forcible. A defense mechanism. And he can't help but feel a little compassion, even in the face of the bitter moon above them.

"...well. They purport to be able to bring us back when we die here, anyway, so I suppose there's no lasting harm in it. I have so many questions, though."

"All right, this is going to seem insane, and if it doesn't work I'll follow you around and off you as many times as it takes until the moon sets, but--"

Look. Night Sky just hugging him made a huge difference, and maybe it's just her, she practically radiates the urge to love and connect with people. Loki isn't half so good, so this may do nothing, but he's willing to try. He makes sure his dagger is in one hand in case this goes badly, but he leans in and pulls the armored figure into a slightly-stilted but genuinely well-meant embrace. "Erm. Welcome to Caldera, I suppose."

This is so stupid. He can't help but giggle over her shoulder. "My name is Loki. Might as well introduce myself, whether I have to kill you or not."