It was Loki's turn to put a dreamy expression on his face in complete jest as Thor made the crude comment about large, swinging bosom of a giantess in the thralls of passion. Turning to Thor, he sighed. “But, oh those are the sorts of battles scars I wear with pride. Claw marks on the back too.” Another sigh, followed quickly by a grin. “Might even get me to take my shirt off a feast to show those off.”
He laughed, shrugged, and slapped his friend on the back. “Or, if her tits kill me, well then... I cannot think of a better way to die than that, man.”