"My step-mother fired the stablehand smoking inside," Loki offered wryly, and paused, arrested by the gravity of her offer.
Then, because some habits were very sternly engrained, he bowed.
"Gladly," he pledged, and proceeded to show that he did, actually, know how to get a horse back into her stall with a minimum of fuss, so long as the dog's leash was tied securely enough to something that was going to keep him out of the way.
(Katie got a kiss to the forehead just before he left, and another apple, snuck out of Sif's bag when she wasn't looking.)
It surely wasn't more than ten minutes, if even that long, before Loki was tapping at the doorframe, sticking his head into the office. "Hullo," he offered, and then reached down to scritch at the top of Jotnar's head.