Setting the sandwich fixings carefully on the table, Loki rolls his eyes as his ponytail is bapped, ducking his head to the side as he actually looked at Thor now--

Well. The military had certainly done him some good.

His gaze flicks up as Thor motions to the back of his own head and Loki can't help but look amused. Could be worse, his expression clearly says before he shrugs. It wasn't a bad look for the other. Better than that ratty mullet he'd had for a time.

Just as he's about to start actually putting together food Thor pokes his ribs and Loki has to bite his tongue not to let out a laugh, turning to swat the other's hand and give him a glare. (No real malice to it but gods you are a brat!)

Stop that.