“How about we not,” Loki said, easing himself down onto a chair. “He's already just waiting for the right moment to shove a red hot poker up my ass, I'd rather not give him the impetus to make it two, or worse, make it look like I'm on a fucking spit.” It was rather alarming how much vitriol of Heimdal held with his hatred of Loki.
“So, let's not do that.”
He scratched at his chin, realizing that he needed to come up with something for Thor to do otherwise he was never going to leave. “You could borrow Freyr's boar and see how many mortals are dumb enough to bet you they can ride it.”