“Nope,” Loki agreed without even a shred of argument in his voice. “Don't want one either. That's the real reason you wear that belt, you're going to throw your back out thrusting that damn thing around if you don't.” He grinned, groaned and reached for his back in mock sympathy pain. “Then what would we do? The Mighty Thor defeated by a mighty thrust of his mighty cock!”
Quickly, to avoid getting something thrown at him -because Thor had all manner of projectiles well within reach, and with a hearty laugh Loki got up from the table and shoved off to find some cleaner clothes.