Loki gave Thor a cold look. "I think we've already established that you're not currently in a position to tell me what I can and cannot do." He smiled nastily. "I suppose I could always settle into the role of the useless and dissipated noble... drink until my liver explodes and leave you to sort out my collection of frilly clothes and tiny, yapping dogs. Or I could be a beard for one of the valkyrie. A dancing bear? The possibilities are truly endless and fascinating."

The smile faded. "And of course, in so doing leave you without someone to watch your back in the dark. Noble, brother. Intensely stupid, but quite noble."

As if his wishes had an impact on the situation. He too had been told by Father that he was born to be a king, only there was no kingdom waiting for him. He truly was in a position to be worthless for the rest of his life, and it wasn't something he liked to contemplate. Worthless and despised was exponentially worse than simply despised.