"Sorry. I... forgot." Even as Thor says it, it feels absurd to admit. How could he have forgotten? Yet this has caught him as off-guard as Prometheus was, and he hurt his friend as a result.

He makes himself take a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out slowly. No panic is forthcoming, no loss of control, despite his upset. The damp grass underneath him is a grounding touchstone, and he digs both hands into the earth, glancing briefly skyward at the gray clouds that shadow the sun. Darker, but no storm brewing, either.

Thor doesn't answer right away, mulling over his answer as he reorients himself. "Was it like that, with the eagle?" he asks at last.