"Is that what that was about?" Thor asked with a hearty chuckle. "I thought that was a bruise from where 'er itty bitty fist punched you... for having those man boobs."
That really had been a good night. Which swayed Thor toward the promise of a trip to Midgard as Loki suggested. There was always something to do, it was never boring, and they usually ended up finding some very pretty, and frequently willing, women. Thor didn't want them if they weren't willing. Which did come up occasionally, as Loki had just pointed out.
"And a' course Dad don't hear stuff like that. Neither do you," Thor said with faux stiffness in his voice, as though he were really offended. Then he grinned again. "Then again, neither a' you have a hammer as big as mine."