Loki shook his head, grinning, and pointed at Thor. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Big and hard. And like with your hammer, while you're alone with someone,” he paused and gave Thor a very significant look in emphasis, “I often hear a raised voice that isn't yours exclaim from your secluded space, you want to put WHAT WHERE?” He was trying not to chuckle, but failing.
“I have never laughed so hard in my fucking life. Almost didn't get my own business finished properly.” Loki was never going to forget that. “And don't say a damn word about it either, but I never heard anyone complain like that about your dad.”
Shaking his head again, he added, “also that incident at the bay had nothing to do with my chest. Those girls that got pissy? That wasn't over weird man-boobs. That was over a hickey that one left next to my nipple earlier that night. Found out she was way younger than she looked. I don't fuck adolescents. She got huffy and stormed off.”