Thor looks pleased by that response, and clinks his glass against Loki’s in agreement. “My thoughts exactly.” There’s a deeper nervousness over that, though, a thought he’s trying not to think about, and his eye doesn’t quite meet Loki’s as he takes a swig from his own glass.

Talk of Mjolnir is, perhaps strangely, a lot more agreeable to Thor than any questions on why he might be anxious over his drinkware. “Destroyed, I’m afraid. The remains are in the administrative building; we’re going to set up a museum of sorts once we have the funds and we’re better established.” He nods towards the axe, absently flexing the fingers of his metal hand. “That’s Stormbreaker.”