Loki glanced in his brother's direction after hearing him talk about going to leave to eat and do a few things before sleeping. When the Elder Prince wasn't paying atteion, he looked at him with some unknowing concern. It seemed that secretly, talking to Thor wasn't so bad. He felt a little of the load of grief had risen from his shoulders, feeling a bit lighter. the god of mischief would look the same as he did when Thor might look back to his brother. 
Frigga would sit where her Eldest son would sit and set the basket down on the floor, pulling out some cloth and medicine for wounds like cuts and small gashes. "Hold still now so I can patch you up." She told him.