Thor felt that familiar spike. Jormungandr had a unique power source. They were destined to continue to cross paths until the end. It was a fight he always welcomed. As he ordered his long list of food, giving the man at the counter a stroke, Thor turned to see the rail of a snake. It was hard to hate the snake, there was something childlike about him.
He quirked his brow. "Did you?" He teased. Out of all of Loki's children, Jormungandr was the only one he could tolerate. He'd easily smashed Fenrir's face in the ground, but not Jormungandr. Unless he asked or initiated it of course.