"Drinking is fun," Thor grumbled as Loki shot down his suggestion. Then rolled his eyes at the second thing his friend offered in return. "Thought we were trying to keep 'im from putting you on a spit. You think 'e wouldn't figure out who gave me the idea to toy with 'is precious bridge?"
He threw the meat into the skillets, listening to the satisfying hiss as it seared. "But that thing about going to Freyja's... we could do something with that." He grinned. "Maybe steal some of the Valkyrie's armor while we're in there. Bet they're hot when they're feisty."
The idea of being at the center of a mob of women was definitely appealing. "But I ain't touching those cats. They spit"