It’s on the tip of his tongue to ask Loki what he would have done, but Thor bites down on it, deciding he really does not want to know the answer. What’s done is done, and Loki... Loki was not there because he gave his life in exchange for Thor. And this time, it does not look as though he will be coming back, present company aside. It’s not the first time that he has realized this, in the wake of the massacre, but it makes him fall silent again, the sight of his brother - walking, talking, being his usual contrary self - not quite enough to banish the phantom of his murder from his mind’s eye.

Let Loki tease him as he must, then. Thor had never thought he’d hear its like again.

What follows is a little gentler, a little less raw, and he welcomes it as the attempt at normalcy that it is. If such a thing even still exists. “I’m an investment, is that it?” he asks, adopting a lighter tone than he feels. “By all means, then; I’d hate for you to have wasted your time.” Not one of his better retorts, but it’s an attempt, at least. More than he’s managed in recent days.

He hadn’t given much real thought to the particulars of what needs done, but suddenly it seems more graphically real, and Thor blanches a little at the thought of having his own bone filed down with brute force while it’s still attached to him. He hadn’t had much time to process what was happening until it was already over, when his arm had been severed in battle, but this is deliberate, planned, and very unnervingly new. But having seidr take the brunt of it... that seems better, and he huffs out a nervous breath. “I trust you,” he says, and it’s more to Loki than to Fǫnn, but he glances between them both anyway, trying to take heart in her confidence to know what she’s doing. Then again, what greater harm could be done at this point? “Let’s get this over with.”