Travel by Bifrost is supposed to be highly reliable.
Loki, inveterate faller, falls off it anyway.
The other three have drifted away to continue their conversation about symbiote politics.
"Thor is very cheerful and violent and honorable. The picture of an Asgardian warrior princess."
"Well, obviously she wouldn't be my first choice."
"Not that have come to my attention."
"I paid attention in statecraft lessons. I'm smart, and as is culturally necessary I'm good in a fight even without magic - beyond what I needed to be able to safely handle a blade in the first place, anyway. I think long-term. And I can admit when I've made a mistake, like claiming an apartment that's far away from everything without considering how hard this would make it to take people back to my place."
"I've never ridden a bike!"
"If you'd like to learn, I can also turn other people into birds. But it does take more practice than just riding the bike you already know how to use."
"It took me a few weeks. And I had to shapeshift every time I failed because I picked my kind of bird for airspeed - and it can't take off from the ground, or walk."
"Not this fast! And I don't need it to walk now that I can fly. When I change I can arrange to have the new form be anywhere as long as it overlaps at least a little, so I wind up near the top of my head and have plenty of altitude to be getting along with."
"About a hundred miles an hour."
"I like being a fast bird."
She wiggles her fingers at him.