Outside of his family, few have every dared to speak to Loki so sharply. Whether through the protection and expectation of whatever station he's claimed or because of his reputation of responding to disrespect with cruelty, most tend to keep there disagreements with him where he cannot see it, harboring their grudges and resentments out of sight. They do not yell at him, and the moment this stranger turns on Loki his features harden, his jaw tight and his chin raised as if looking down upon the other with a gaze edged like a fine blade could leverage him more power over the situation.

Anywhere else it might. Loki knows he's intimidating when he cares to be. Thor's fury is much like the lightening he calls to him, white-hot and devastating, but Loki's has always been more like poison, intended to linger and rot in whoever he chooses to bestow it upon--

But ineffective, surely, when it's so obvious Loki has little choice or influence of the situation at hand. In the absence of either, his anger makes him look sullen and petulant, and knowing this, knowing this stranger is right, only makes his mood darken.

Still, he isn't foolish nor spiteful enough to wish to stay out in this weather just to prove a point. Whether he likes it or not matters little; he takes the offered hand.