Well, to be fair, genetics had a lot to play. Look at Thor, Loki. He was built to be bigger than a truck. It was just natural that he worked hard to fill that out. Loki was just stuck with a ganglier frame.

He glances down at the shirt and sighs. Yes, it was officially time to retire the shirt. It had been through quite a lot. While he was willing to give it more time for washing it was probably going to be a waste of effort. He just couldn't give it the scrub it needed.

Thor carefully squeezes the shirt out so not to make noise and also not to make a mess. He hangs it on the handle of a cabinet gently and turns to take the shirt from Loki. He holds it in his hands, then looks up at Loki with a brow raised.

The shirt was pulled on and if it could make expressions the look of 'very upset' might be the one it was making. It took on a painted on appearance and didn't want to sit entirely at his waist. It was fine for now though.

Thor moves silently through the house to find his bag. He pulls out laminated state map and lays it out carefully. They needed to find the best path from here to where they needed to be going.