Loki could feel that knot in his stomach like a cold pit of iron as Thor continues to dissemble. A faint smile for Thor's enjoyment of the cider, though it was a short-lived thing. Nothing for it. He would have to start the conversation, would have to confront Thor, and hope that the Thunderer didn't wind up hating him for it.

"Sounds like you've quite the green thumb," He settled his hands against the bar, his own drink untouched as his gaze fell to the clipboard, to the order written there almost like an accusation. Steeled his nerve. "There is... something else though. That I think we need to have a little talk about."

A small, almost boyishly apologetic smile turned Thor's way, something nervous in it. "I think... that I was hoping it would take care of itself. Things do that sometimes! But not this, I'm afraid."