He shifted around, large hands fumbling at his sad attempt of a bosom.
This idea was undoubtedly stupid. Even Thor knew that. But Freyja had had quite a reaction when he'd gone to ask her to do him this favor; and when that didn't appear to work, Heimdall had offered a different suggestion. Few things had sounded more ridiculous than dressing himself up in bridal attire in an attempt to pass himself off as Freyja, but Thor was determined to whatever he had to, to get Mjolnir back. It was as much a part of him as his own limbs, and being without it made him feel unsettled; vulnerable. It was his. Mjolnir did not belong to Thrym. There was an inherent possessiveness to his personality that could have been viewed as endearing, if you were fond and forgiving of him; but for most, it bordered on the side of unhealthy.
Eventually, he'd moved around the rocks enough to his satisfaction, and they were now looking slightly less uneven. Still bumpy, but that couldn't be helped. He lifted his head and looked back up at Loki, presenting the final product by holding them up with his hands. They were quite heavy, being made of solid rock. Far less preferable to the real thing. The final product, and Thor in general right now, was indeed quite a mess. He towered over most, and though he'd had the good sense to shave off his beard, his facial features were far from feminine.
"That's a lovely garment you've chosen." He couldn't help the amused smile that split across his face. The absurdity was just too much for him to keep a straight face. He sensed his friend's mood did not match his own, however; and so his wide smile shifted into an expression of gratitude as he acknowledged the fact that his friend was willing to aide him in retrieving Mjolnir, a favor he would not forget. "Thank you, Loki. For coming with me."