The question is an innocent one, and reasonable enough, but Thor still feels the weight of his years when Steve asks, both those already lived and those he has yet to see. It’s difficult for him to imagine how things may have changed even by next month, never mind far enough ahead that they’ll have time and resources to build beyond what is needed right now. Or a point at which Thor can look on the faces of those he lost and not feel as though his heart has been torn out of his chest, still beating.

He becomes aware that he’s taking too long to answer, and forces a more neutral expression onto his face as he looks out over the water, though he is not quite as successful at chasing the melancholy look from his eye. “Maybe. I hadn’t planned one, but... a memorial, perhaps. There were statues, on Asgard. For my family.” His voice does not break, though it is a near thing. Thor lets out a weary sigh, and his gaze sweeps across the little islands, trying to envision them as anything other than what they are now. “There’ll be time to shape it to our needs. Make it home. Or close enough.”