“Shut up,” Loki said curtly in regards to the dress comment and swatted at Thor. To say the Trickster was unhappy was an understatement. They should have just given Freyja over. She was not worth this spectacle. Loki's hangerok was blue, which sort of made the blue of his eyes pop, shift was offwhite. He was lacking womanly curves and strongly considered at least shifting a bit to fill in the backside and hips to make him look less... man-ish.
Though, he did look considerably less man-ish than Thor did. Loki was tall, Thor was taller... an unfeminine height. Loki had a man's build, though admittedly, he was a bit more lithe than Thor was. He had a man's arms, a man's hands. Thor's were worse from using that infernal hammer so much.
Then he turned, looked and sighed. Thor's bosom had were even side to side wise, but one was sagging more than the other. Really, did the Thunderer not have any concept of how a woman's bosom should properly lay from looking down on them. Certainly Sif had ample and decent enough...
No. He was not going there. Train of thought stopped immediately.
Instead of continuing own that route, Loki took matters literally into his own hands and started adjusting Thor's rocky bosom himself. “We should have stuffed some of Frigg's stupid wool from her knitting in here instead, at least then it would have some give. Just pray no one tries to grab your breasts.” Adjusting one up and the other down a bit, it was probably quite the site for any bystander that may have been nearby.
“And I couldn't have not gone with you. First of all,” he teased a bit, “I get to see you in a dress. Second of all, someone has to go along and make sure this doesn't get bumbled up before you get your hammer back.”