That's the dream, to be terrifying. [It used to be, anyway, but now Thor says it dryly and with humor.

Thor casts his eye downward as Loki's hand travels over his skin. He doesn't pull away or even second guess it, he's a sucker for affection.]

It might have attributed to his mood. [Thor muses. He can appreciate the novelty of a strong, uru arm but he knows that it would eat at him. Knowing someone got the better of him, that he's not whole somehow.]

Lokes. [Thor repeats.] I like it, it suits you. Generally I differentiate by calling him the grumpy one.