As far as Thor was concerned, every Realm was under his protection. If he was to be All-Father, a job he did not relish, then all would need to feel important and safe. He wanted to be the strong arm to keep all strife at bay. It was naive of him to think that way and even more naive not to see what his words did to Loki. He assumed that the moment of anger, or annoyance, he saw on his friend’s face had more to do with his words assuming there might be a betrayal than anything else.

“I do not believe you will betray me,” Thor said, fist on the table for emphasis before it flattened back out. “Nor do I believe you will betray these people. I think m there should just be a dialogue between us... openly. I have great confidence in your advice, Loki.”

Thor was a fool with his heart on his sleeve.

Reading between the lines, Loki might understand that Thor was finding a means to drag their conversations and their meetings out. He might not be aware of it himself, it was subtle, but his actions did not favour a quick and speedy end to their journey, but a more leisurely stroll.