I do. He raised himself up once more, his head - now larger than a human's, broad and flat, heavy as it swayed from side to side - almost nuzzling into Loki as he sought that warm welcome. He was passing large now, twenty feet from nose to tail, his monstrous bulk setting the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. And still he darted up toward his father more nimbly than any mundane creature, his body holding itself up until they were at eye level. As does Urðr. It seems you have come home to us. His tongue darted out, lipless mouth parting in an apparent smile. Thor remains as petty as ever. It might do us well to have you... He paused, thinking on the world. No phrase seemed to fit. Mediate, he at last decided, knowing it was wrong the moment it was said. But there was nothing for it, and it mattered little at any rate.
Do you like the place? he asked, glancing unblinking toward his father's home. There is much to see.