"Hey, just 'cause you got 'un, don't mean you had 'un," Thor argued, with perfect logic. After all, talking a woman into coming back to his place didn't mean that he'd got her into his bed. Women could be fickle sometimes. Sif had taught him that.
Holding up the end of the bed as he was, Thor couldn't bend over to pick up the pin. Stretching out one foot, he gently nudged it toward himself until it was in a much closer location. Then he simply dropped the bed, not caring if Loki was still in it or not at that point.
Scooping up the brooch, he hmphed quietly to himself. "Really pretty. Got a painted flower on it. Kinda looks like the 'un on your bed. Why ain't you dressed yet? We gotta go."