Trumpery: Useless knick-knacks, nonsense.
"You seem to think I'm an invalid, not pregnant," Loki says, but his tone is amused as Thor piles up the day's latest offerings at his feet. "I certainly have no need for bejeweled mobiles, and I am relatively sure those are rhinestones."
Thor smiles patiently up at Loki, and finishes depositing the last of the trinkets before hopping up and squeezing himself into the little space Loki has so generously allotted him in the throne. They survey the day's bounty together.
"The subjects are afraid of you," Thor gently chides Loki. "You have been spewing fire everywhere. They have not been amused, and want to placate your fiery instincts."
Loki rolls his eyes. "Blame the baby. I take no responsibility for its actions. And we do not need these rocks, whatever they are," Loki adds, nudging a grey necklace with a sandaled toe. "However, I do like those gold earrings underneath that crib, you see?" He points them out to Thor, and when Thor doesn't move, he digs an elbow into his ribs. "I would like for you to fetch them," he says, very clearly, and Thor jumps off the throne to do Loki's bidding.