The quiet is temporary, but the little birds can only eat so much at once, too. The demanding cries die down a bit, one of the chicks squinting up at the magpie.

With this temporary reprieve from feeding duty, Thor spares a moment to reach up and give Loki a gentle scratch on the back of the neck, ruffling up the soft feathers there. "No, I wish. They came to me in a dream. Or... were given to me, rather." He's quiet a moment, gathering his thoughts, aware that Loki has not had the best experiences with portents and omens himself. "I was at one of the wells beneath the roots of Yggdrasil, where Father's boat was burning, and asked to swear the Allfather's oath again. By Heimdall, and Volstagg, and... Loki." He's still a little shaky about that part, even knowing that his loved ones must have found their reward in Valhalla, where they belong. It's far harder to be the one left behind, as it turns out. "And once I did, Loki gave me a gift, and I woke holding two raven eggs."