The king was happy, the queen was happy, his dad was smiling (ish), so Brayden felt much more at ease... especially after what Thor had said. Then Loki spoke to him, which might've been the sixth time ever, and Brayden paused as he drew his pizza to his mouth for his fourth bite. He placed the food back down on his plate and nodded to the God of Mischief at the compliment. "Thanks," he smirked, "and I don't even need a helmet." Then the focus shifted to his dad, by Loki's words and those of the king and queen, and Brayden's eyes turned toward them. He could tell there was some kind of teasing going on... which usually happened to his dad because he was kind of uptight. But he didn't get the joke. "He likes to be called Thor," Brayden interjected and shrugged, then finally took a bite of his pizza that had been holding a grudge against him since he'd responded to Loki.