Thori is absolutely soaking up this attention, butt plunking solidly onto the floor, tail continuing it's frenetic wagging as he panted happily, eyes half-shut in that lolling sort of canine grin for the attention. No, he didn't mind at all, Thor was welcome to continue giving him all the affection.

"How could I possibly think you're an imposition?" Loki inquired in a genuinely puzzled sort of tone as he slapped out the dough onto the counter to knead. "Once you've given Thori all the pets as is his due, come take a stool. You can keep me company and then I'll mercilessly stuff you full of cinnamon rolls and lunch."