Little menaces. He should just ignore them. Let Thor deal with them, they're his now anyways aren't they?

"Oh fine names for goats. Never hear me argue that one, no sir. But these are ravens, which are an entirely different game," Voice slightly muffled as he stole a scrap of the meat Thor was feeding them with, considering being an utter shit and just wolfing it down himself-

UGH fine, he'll just be dropping it into one of those noisy little mouths, then another scrap for the other. Just because it's a moment of quiet. "Especially birds of omen."