Thor casts a quick glance over his shoulder at Shaggy, looking a strange mix of entirely unimpressed and reassuring.

"Rest assured, my friend, you will have your goods returned to you." He murmurs before straightening up to his full height in response to Vriska, meeting her eyes... eye, with a solid stare. "I am." Because let's face it, he can call anyone little. "I witnessed what has come to pass, your injuries are the result of your own folly. Stand down now and I shall allow you to retreat and tend to them." His voice raises ever so slightly, enough to boom threateningly whilst still appearing calm.