You're as fat as my brother, I don't need to try.

[ That may be a wryly worded compliment but Owen will never know unless he meets Thor who is, undeniably, much more jacked.

There isn't much in the cupboards or little fridge. Loki puts a tray of eggs against Owen for him to take and nods to the nearby stove as he takes possession of the bacon. His smile lingers in the crook of his lips, pleased not to be hosting someone meek and withdrawn; this is far more interesting. ]

You can poach or scramble those, for starters. Ah, if you want to set your weapons down by the couch ...