Having been too stunned to speak before, Thor somehow feels at least partially indebted to these mortals now that they have caused Loki’s tongue and true intentions to slip. It’s an every day occurrence that he gets what he wants but there is just something all together magical to get what he feels like he’s had dangling in front of him for so long that it’s less bait and more of a dream. He can not, therefore, allow these mortals to die. Even the annoying one with the oddly cropped beard. Thor makes a gesture with one step and the stretch of an arm to put himself between Stark and Loki, red cap creating a barrier between them.

“It would be unwise to send such soft creatures to Jotunheim. I shall host them, and you and your kin. Surely you will not decline an invitation from the Prince of Asgard to sup in his halls? I shall name the feast in your honour. The blood of your blood and their companions shall all enjoy the splendors of the Eternal Kingdom.” Thor always makes these grand gestures and while his father is wont to find folly with the lack of wit his son shows, the All-Mother is all for adding Loki to their many branches of kin. None so well as Frigga can soothe Odin, so all will eventually be well.

Thor holds his hand out to Loki, for though the skin of his Jotun love will burn him, he finds the pain easy enough to manage.

“And perhaps you will show me the form you’ve newly crafted for yourself once the meal is at its conclusion...?” He does all but waggle his eyebrows.