What's a little dog drool on his pants in the grand scheme of things? Thor has had far worse from his misadventures over the centuries, in Loki's company no less, if not this Loki. He doesn't mind all that much, the short fur ruffling under his hands soothing him as much as the beast, despite the metal of his fingers.

He glances up to Loki's face at that, eyebrows raised. "Well, maybe not that far," he says with an awkward laugh. "I seem to need my clothes laundered more often than they used to be. I don't think an avalanche of farm animals would help that any."