Freyja? The gorgeous one whose powers varied from war to more...personal matters, a gentle woman with a streak of ferocity that seemed unstoppable once shown. Thor nods in understanding, but his face looks a mixture of acceptance and confusion despite it.

Knowing why Loki was asking for her help brought a smile to Thor's face, a breathless guffaw because he's not quite certain Loki can be serious. "Brother, you are hardly lacking in any battle skills..." But he trails off, knowing how Loki struggles in hand-to-hand combat when compared to him, how even in fights where magic is banned by the rules of the spar Loki will pull out enchanted daggers, use his doppelgangers, create forcefields of nothing but ether to block blows that would otherwise shatter his armor and footing alike.

His face is serious and full of genuine compassion as Loki continues, and Thor's mind is already made up. He squares his shoulders and tilts his chin up defiantly. "I shall help you in any way I can, Loki. Tell me what you require of me."