Well... at least she hasn't been plotting this for days, weeks even, without so much as saying a word to him. Still, Thor does not like it, resistant even now to the idea that he needs help to take proper care of himself. Even though it's obvious, even to him.

But looking at her and that stubborn set to her jaw, he can tell that she means what she says, and short of bodily throwing her out of his house, she does not intend to leave.

Fine. He unfolds his arms and grabs a little bread, ripping it apart a little more forcefully than it needs, and not quite looking her in the eye. "You can keep the ginger," he grumbles.