"You'll have to show me when it's ready," Thor agrees with an easy smile. The Titan's Greek style is a bit different than Asgardian armor tends to follow, but it's no less fascinating for it. Who know, perhaps there is something to be learned from his friend's idea of armor that may come in handy later down the road. And if not, it's still fun to talk shop and swap stories and ideas.

He head tilts back as he watches Prometheus grow to his full towering height, casting shade across the grass and the Asgardian standing in it. That never gets old, nor any less fascinating. It's not quite like Loki's shapeshifting, and not at all like illusion, the mass of his presence looming large enough that it almost seems to have its own gravity.

"Brace yourself, then," he calls upward, and charges. Thor has had little opportunity to think over battle strategies since the last time they faced each other, but his steps are surer, more used to compensating for his missing eye. He makes a beeline for Prometheus's right foot, but rather than attack the exposed skin near the ankle, he instead dodges and pivots around between the giant's feet, aiming to leap up at the back of Prometheus's left calf, where the straps hold his greaves in place.