I love him
"Loki doesn't know the meaning of asking." Thor wasn't about to play polite. "He doesn't know what to do with it." His voice was stiff. It irritated him to no end. The hammer may have been a gift, but only Thor could wield it. The more the snake talked about it Thot was likely to snap, and he honestly didn't want to. His stomach was empty. "Next time you talk to him, you tell him I'm looking for him."
He took a seat at the nearby table, the chair frowning under his rock hard weight. The opposite chair was available should the little snake want to join. He seemed to like company, and Thor would tolerate him.