"Because he is my brother," Thor repeated as if that was going to make matters clear, holding his hammer steady and pushing back against the sword.

"He is sometimes stupid, but he is my blood." He'd never seen such strength from an elf before, nor form. This had to be one of the rifter elves he'd heard about and he didn't entirely know what he thought about them yet. "I will not move. You will stop, or you will fight me."

And later he would have to find out what 'barbs' Loki had spewed. They were probably something about this elf being an elf, and thus probably something entirely defensible, but many here didn't understand the limits of elves.