Oh yes please give him scratches he loves that. His head lowers ever so slightly, feathers on head and neck fluffing out in utter delighted contentment, with a idle little click of his beak. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Not budging as he listens, for once keeping any barbs or jokes mum. It's clearly a difficult thing with the careful, almost cautious way Thor tells the tale after all. "I might not be the biggest fan of Huginn and Muninn it's true, but the birds speak true wisdom. Not always the easiest to hear as I'm sure I don't need to tell you, but key all the same for those willing to listen and heed it. Clearly your brother thought you ready to have such a thing."

A tilt of his head to give another light preen to the side of Thor's face. "I can't say he's wrong."