Magnus is mad. He hasn't demonstrated his anger in quite so physical a way as Thor had, but it's absolutely there in the tightness of his shoulders and the cold stare at the twirling yogurt sign in the window of a coffee shop.

Normally he wouldn't bother with public displays of affection, but if they're going to discourage indecency then he's going to do everything he can to come right up against that rule. One arm goes around Thor's waist and a hand slips into his back pocket. "I can't do anything about it. Nothing I make stays what it's supposed to be. Thor, even my magic is compromised."