Thor catches it and by reflex braces his arm, as if expecting it to do something despite his brother's assurances. As much-improved as their relationship has been lately, Loki was still the God of Mischief and magical items were still magical items.

But, when Thor's fingers clamp down around the staff, he finds that there's nothing more than the normal expected magical enchantments. It's cold and unhappy and feels like Loki even though it's just made of wood and blood and magic.

Thor turns it around in his hand, feeling out the weight of it. It feels solid and strong.

"So how much practice do you need to get in before we can make snow?"