Thor had the grace to look sheepish, for all of a second. Then Loki opened his mouth and asked his question. His Midgardian children? Really? Like he'd done that since he'd gotten married. Then again, it had been some time since he and Loki had really talked about, well, anything.
Twisting his body to the side, he held out the young boy to his friend, assured that Loki would take the child. Loki had always been good with kids.
"Not mine." The answer was inadvertently grunted rather than spoken, as the little girl, Shiloh, managed to knee him in the solar plexus while attempting to climb upwards. Thor couldn't decide if she was named appropriately or inappropriately: Shiloh actually meant peaceful, which she was not at the moment, but it was also the scene of a major battle, which seemed rather fitting right now. Getting a grasp on her wiggling body, Thor lifted her over his head to settle her on his shoulders. Where she promptly grabbed fistfuls of his hair.
"'Un a' Kasi's staff couldn't find a sitter and Kasi needed 'er, I think for inventory or something. So Kasi said it's fine, bring the kids, and the next thing I know, I'm getting a text, and... yeah." Because the end of that sentence was obvious: Thor hadn't been able to say no, so he was stuck babysitting.
"Can't keep 'em at the bar, it's not kidproof at all" he added with disdain, "And I don't gotta place on Midgard, but I hadda take 'em somewhere. So here I am. Uh. Hi."