At least he was honest about wanting something, Ororo would give him marks for that. “I’m somewhat familiar with your name Sir. But before we get into your lore, parentage, powers or even why you felt coming into my room and bed was a good way of making acquaintance.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and released a sigh, for some reason this kind of thing always happened to her. “You can start by telling me of this favor.”
He smiled wider at every word from ‘lore’ to ‘powers’, then spoke seriously. “Alfheim needs rain. Do you know where Alfheim is?”
"No." This was clearly going to involve braincells and clothing for Ororo to process what Loki had come here to say. "Why don’t you wait in the living room while I freshen up. Then you can explain the situation."
"Yes, lovely." He decided against teleporting there; he had done enough testing of her patience. Though this definitely was one of those days when this was his preferred method of moving about. After a millennium, one gets annoyed with walking.
He walked out and sat at the kitchen table, and left a basket of Asgardian avocados and apples on it. He leaned his chin on his palm and watched the fruit, getting hungry slowly.
Once he was gone Ororo went about her normal morning routine then came out a few minutes later dressed and feeling more awake. “I’d be more polite about this but you were very unexpected. I’m going to fix tea and breakfast. You may tell me of Alfheim and its troubles” she yawned reaching for the kettle.