Re: Boi-oi-oing.
"Come on, Loki," Thor complained between swings of Stormbreaker and odd kicks. "Isn't this fun?" he asked loudly with a laugh trailed behind his words. Perhaps it was the massive undertaking of rebuilding Asgard, the monumental task of being only the second Allfather in the history of the universe, or the new responsibilities of marriage and fatherhood, but punching already dead people in the face with his brother at his back... felt good. "Maybe we can just retake the realm right here and now!" Thor thought out loud until flames erupted from the center and Surtur stepped onto the bridge, sword drawn for the Odinsons. "Right. I see your point," he conceded to Loki.
"Duck!" Thor instructed his brother before he made a 360 degree circle, Stormbreaker extended and to give them a moment of cover. He snatched the back of Loki's tunic, near where his cape connected and used his free arm to toss the God of Mischief from the pit. "Be right there," he told his visibly annoyed darker brother.
With Loki out of the chasm, Thor stared down the charging demon and smashed his weapon's blade into the ground before him. Lightning sprung forth from his body, traveled down the handle, and spread throughout the cavern. Surtur stumbled from the bridge and his army faltered. "Should have opened with that," he decided then launched himself toward where he'd thrown his brother. "Alright. Let's go," he smiled and walked further away from the smoldering pit - because that was not going to smell good in a minute.