Hidden Currents

As Thor’s story droned on, Loki decided it was worth conjuring a tiny, hand-sized illusion of Thor, who boasted and strutted across the table in time with the real Thor’s story, pausing occasionally to flex his muscles in whatever chalice he passed.
“Don’t let your brother see that.” Fandral murmured, picking up his own cup to end the parade in front of him, leaving a hand-sized Thor to disappointedly kick at the spot where he lost his reflection.
“Oh, please. Like he could ever notice anything that’s not a thirty-foot monster or overflowing with tits.” Loki replied, directing his tiny Thor back down towards the other end of the table, where he tried to wield Sif’s knife as a sword. Sif took the attempt as a challenge, and idly poked back with her fork at the illusion, frowning when her prodding revealed green magic animating the tiny, confused Thor.