"Why don't we find out?" the god asked with a smirk. A moment later he raised his right hand to his lips, formed a ring with his thumb and index finger and put them between his lips. A whistle. It was loud.
Shortly afterwards came the response. A whiney. Not quite what Loki had hoped for. A white head appeared. Unlike most horses this one was as white as fresh snow. "It's Binky." The god said and used his own hand to point towards the horse. The horse showed only mild interest towards the stranger and exactly none towards Loki.