Thor had to concede that Heimdal really did seem to lose his shit a bit over Loki. And while he'd like to use that to get under the guardian's skin, it would put his best friend in a worse position, so he couldn't do that. So that was a no-go on both the reindeer and the seducing. He sighed, loudly.
Putting the skillets over the fire to heat them up, he commented, "We did that last month. I still have bristles in my ass, thank you very much, shithead." The memory of that made him bang the skillets around a bit on purpose.
Then he settled down to cutting the bread. It wasn't exactly even, but whatever, it would work. "We could go find some frost giants and challenge them to a drinking contest."