Thor wipes his hand off on a napkin he'd brought, tucking it back into the pouch as he watches the wolf devouring the steak. A beautiful creature. He'd never seen one quite like it, at least in person. His eyes lingered on it for a moment before turning to Loki, nodding to him.

"I'm sure Heimdall will make his way here as soon as he is able. He is already trying to convince the physician he is well enough to take up his duties again. It's driving him crazy, just laying around."

He takes a long sip of his tankard, glancing at Loki up and down. He points with his forefinger holding the mug, smiling.

"I remember you now, by the way. I asked Heimdall what he meant when he said I never had the courage to talk to you... It was when we were both still young, I had seen you at one of the festivals. I didn't know who you were. I thought you were a girl, actually."

His eyes were lingering on Loki's face now.

"It was your eyes. Every time I had seen you as a child they were a different color, either green or blue. I don't know if you meant to do it but I thought it was... pretty."