"Asgardian Armour always is." They were bread to be warriors, defenders of the galaxy, though not that any of that mattered any more.
Loki continued to pick bits of shrubbery out of his hair while the child speaks, he raises his eyebrows at the implied threat behind that sentence and fought down a snort. What a grotesque display of loyalty, despite the fact that this child had no change of winning. Ah well, he might as well test the water a little bit...
"Any what if i were 'mess' with him?" He asks, raising a brow questioningly.