Thor looks rather good, all things considered. Sure, he's down a few pounds thanks to lean ratios in recent weeks, but it's hard to tell with Asgardians and Thor in particular. He's also traded his battered gladiatorialized leathers for a new all-black set of king's armor, though he's left off the cape and sleeves for now, given the casual nature of today's challenge.

He, too, has some darker concerns on his mind, but there's little that Thor can do about it at the immediate moment, and he's been starved for proper exercise, so battle it is. The suggestion that Prometheus might take his proper size puts an eager grin on the king's face. "It's been, hmm, seven months since I fought a giant, I think? I can't let myself get rusty, now can I." He'd made short work of Surtur, of course, but he'd still had Mjolnir then, and both eyes besides. "As the challenger, I leave the choice of weapons up to you," he adds, though it's less to be gracious and more because he wants to be surprised.