"Why does it have to be me?"
Several of the Vanir and Asgardians roll their eyes at Thor's whining, but it is Loki who scoffs. "Are you not the second-strongest of us? Is that not what you brag about? Oh, I am Thor and this is my mighty hammer!"
"I do not sound like that!" Thor thunders.
Loki ignores him. "Of course you should be the one to deliver magic to the Changemaker. You have the most seidr to spare."
"You could do it," Thor grumbles.
Loki holds up his hands, green sparking from his palms. "Ah, I could, but my magic is not violent enough."
"Father could then," Thor says, shooting a look at Odin.
"Sure, if you want to kill the Changemaker," Loki says blandly. At Thor's blank stare, he sighs through his nose. "The All-Father's magic is too potent. It would overwhelm the poor Halfling and then where would we be?"
"Thor," Odin says sternly when it looks like Thor will continue to argue.
Thor sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and then stands from the golden table. "Fine. Get my hammer!" he shouts to his attendants. Then, in a lower voice, he says, "Let us hope my aim is good."
"Just shy of the heart," Loki reminds him sweetly.
"Bastard," Thor replies.
Loki only smiles, his mind already venturing to the other tasks he must complete for his role as catalyst. A visit to my son would be a good place to start, he thinks mirthfully.