"C'mon. Admit it. It had you frightened for a second!" Thor says, putting his hands up back in the air to give an encore his performance. "Eh? Eh??" Both hands go down only for a part of his bundled self to bend out and tap him. An elbow, presumably, though it's hard to tell with so much fiber craft clinging to his imposing form. Without realizing, he's also positioned himself to try and stand between his brother and the wind. There isn't much he can do about the snow at large, but he can at least be a shield for his smaller, weaker, less sustainable brother.

Hehe.

"But then I wouldn't have a coat," he retorts, voice muffled from the scarf. He does think to take the hat off his head - a bright yellow beanie to match the scrubs he'd come in with - and yanks it down over Loki's head. He does shed his coat, but not to give it to his brother - instead, he tugs off one of the two sweaters he's wearing - also bright yellow - tucks it between his knees to allow himself to put his coat back on, and then looks at Loki expectantly. "Arms up."

Of course, Thor could just as easily have given his brother his coat, but ... it's more fun to disrupt the "witch aesthetic" that Loki seems to favor in order to turn him into a knitted banana instead.