[ His laugh is a beautiful thing, and Thor beams up at him, so pleased to have one it from him, after the panic he'd found him in, and hearing him talk about himself like Thor should be disgusted with him. He'd have someone magic him into a frost giant every day if it meant loki would feel more comfortable with himself. ]

Pfft. Hardly. I can swing a hammer. You can bend reality and wander from realm to realm at your will. [ which is a much more impressive talent, Thor would say. ] Half the things I've done I would've never managed without you.

[ his hands wander, trying to lace his fingers with Loki's. ]