"Don't you dare." There's no heat in Thor's voice though, a lighthearted response to the brotherly jab accompanied by a small smile that sits easily on his lips.

Memories of Frigga are delicate ground with them both, but this is one wound whose tenderness is no longer quite so fresh, its sting eased by the years since. There's a sadness to that smile, but in a distant way, one soothed and bolstered by the better memories he's held onto, and holds dear to his heart. "They're smart little creatures to know they need that kind of support. But then, they need their queen as much as she needs them, don't they?" He turns his head a little to look up at Loki, wistful nostalgia in his eye, too. "Her bees made the best honey in all the Realms."

Loki's little slipup has Thor hiding his smile behind his hand - somewhat poorly, pretending to stroke at his beard instead. The amusement at his brother's misjudgment doesn't last long, though, flattered and affectionate. "I imagine they might be more pleasant to herd than our goats," he says with a surprised, but delighted chuckle. "We might need more land for grazing, though there's already talks of terraforming another island or two."