As always, a lot of what Wade referenced went over Loki's head, but he was becoming better, the longer he traversed upon Midgard's plane and mingled amongst her people.
Standing regally, his chin tilted proudly upward, Loki eyed the knives in Wade's hands and then said, "Nay, not like unto Molly Shannon." (whoever she was!) "Thou art mine son and thus destined for even greater fame. Thou wishest to be a hero? Then 'tis time. Time for thee to take up the mantle of responsibility to take thy proper position as god of Thunder in my half-brother's stead!"