His hands are almost perpetually gloved, ever since the realization that giving up sensation meant a lot more accidents waiting to happen. And now they cover the gentle glow that all Rifters receive and the blessed of the natives to get smacked with one from an errant rift.

Given Loki says hand singular, it doesn't take a genius to guess what he's asking about. There's a desire to rebuff, a petty thing, but Loki says please. And everything feels softened.

"What would you like to know?" It isn't an exciting story to tell. And he hasn't had it long enough to be able to do a whole lot with it. But there are feelings wrapped up in it that are difficult for him to express from simply knowing how others around him might react. Maybe not Loki, though. Maybe not him.