Whatever style she's chosen takes some time to weave, but Thor does not mind. Her fingers in his hair are soothing, and if he was more tired, he might be tempted to nod off. As it is, he sits quietly, relaxed, listening to the sounds of the children in the living room and in the kitchen. Una eventually finishes dunking the plate she'd been so focused on, scampering out to the living room to join her sister and young brother in watching cartoons.

Thor's eyebrows arch when he sees the picture on her phone. "That's very elaborate," he says, not in a disapproving manner. It is the theme of the day, is it not? Thor does not wear a crown of precious metals - though he could easily have one made, if he'd desired - but this suits him better, he thinks.

Eindrid has little input, of course, but Una pouts a little. "It's fancier than mine," she says.

"That's because he's the king," Sigrid replies, with a small nod of approval. "He's supposed to be fancier."

Una considers that. "Okay then," she agrees.