[ Puny sorcerer, trying to hit the godly equivalent of a just as brainless brick wall. If not for the knock of flesh on flesh, he might even say that didn't happen.

....all right, so there's a little soreness involved, because weasels hit like --- , but no one mention that.

His smile stays, gentle-giant-like, as he bows his head slowly. ]

Mjolnir. It is my father's name to it, and the same it is proud to bear.

[ Briefly, he rewards said hammer with an affectionate glance, before reviewing his two guests. ]

Stay here. Settle. I owe search to what was lost to me, but I always return with evening. Take rest - [ and this, more for Loki's benefit ] - without trouble, and we speak upon return.