[Loki, you are manly. It's a marvel you and Thor are siblings at all.

(But oh right, adopted.)

So Mockingbird just quite gracefully flips over the angry unicorn, landing neatly out of the way. And she's incredulous, but not so incredulous that she doesn't make her polearm appear from out of nowhere like she does, lengthening it warily.

The unicorn stamps in place, snorting--

And then turns and quite docilely trots towards Loki.]

... There's a comment waiting to be made about legends, gods and horses here, I know there is. It's on the tip of my tongue.

[she's so, so amused.]