"As long as you don't get in the way of my work I couldn't give a damn what you oversee." Easier said knowing he's not dealing with a famed god of Winter. That might be more… problematic.

Though if Hazel was offended by his existence… perhaps Thor felt too much of Summer. Thunder is always most common in the mid-year heat, after all. That he could definitely understand. Summer weather during Autumn could be seen as an intrusion, a resistance.

"There are rules to adhere to, duties to carry out." He pulls out of his thoughtful gazing to meet Loki's intense eyes. "Out of Season I don't care to meddle in the affairs of gods. It's not clever, and it's not safe. But during Winter… Well. What happens to Thor is up to him. Winter doesn't differentiate between a mortal peasant and a god king."

He takes another sip of his wine and then sets it aside, picking up a brush instead and waving it once at Loki before continuing to wipe down his leather coat. "All you have to do is respect Winter. It's that simple. But those who don't… I can't help them. People always try to bargain with me. Always think that if they plead or threaten or haggle they will get special treatment during Winter. It doesn't work like that. Even for silver-tongued Loptr."