The glancing blow manages to drag Thor enough to grind dirt into the seams of his breastplate and nearly pushing the air from his lungs, but then he's up and running, grabbing a handful of leather just in time for it to start flailing wildly in a concerted effort to fling him off.

He'd be laughing too if he wasn't concentrating so hard on not getting dislodged from his perch, grasping even more tightly as the titan's shimmying whips him back and forth, and out of the corner of his eye he can see hands making their approach again, this time taking advantage of inability to just run away or duck.

It's a lot to keep track of at once, and his best shot is to maneuver further out of reach. The other strips of the armor skirt flap around just as freely, and Thor takes a gamble and tries to time his release so he can grab onto another, further back, having to rely on a split-second guess if he's going to get it right. Now this is a challenge! At least if he misses, he doesn't have too far to fall.