"I was thinking more traffic accidents, but we could go get food. Let's steal a hot dog cart," Loki laughed, burying his face against Fenrir's fur, giving him a good scratch. Dad knew all the right places to get at, they hadn't changed since he was a pup. "I think there should be enough meat in one of those to give you a nice snack, my boy. We can go out hunting for your brother and have a bite to eat."
Or they could hit Chinatown. Maybe he'd like a full goose or two.
Loki had to admit he was with Fenrir on no one being good enough for his little girl. He, however, also wanted her to be happy.
"Hel, I don't doubt you could get anyone you wanted, my dear...but I do get to meet them, and destroy them if need be," he grinned evilly, reaching over to touch her cheek.