[ Opening his eyes, he releases his grip on Loki and considers the corn dog with some suspicion. ]

Neat trick.

[ He sounds sorta grudgy about it, because there’s some meta handwaving going on when he couldn’t wave his hands. Teleportation? Transmutation? Magic? For a corn dog for a random guy on the street. ]

Are you going to tell me why we’re having corn dogs? The Norse god of the harvest was Freyr. I’m pretty sure Loki would spike the food with laxatives. “Mischief.”