It's not as though Prometheus didn't suffer through his own trials, but he's had over thousands of years to move on, to give his mourning a home in his heart where it can rest comfortably. Thor's wounds are all so fresh. The Titan knows better than to offer that tired old adage: "time heals all wounds". Not when his friend is in the thick of it.
So, a humorous anecdote it is. He turns to face Thor, already gesturing with his hands as he sets the scene. "It was the 7th century, in Greece. I was living in a small coastal village, assisting some of the local architects with their designs. There was a convent just up the hill, the nuns -- religious women who had pledged themselves to God -- would come to town regularly to run errands and perform charitable deeds.
"Anyway, I was trying to keep a low profile, but you know how it is. You somehow survive a fall that would kill a human, or you display a skill that shouldn't be possible. I was in my pottery studio, at night, working, when suddenly in bursts this nun with a crucifix in her hand. Nice woman, middle-aged, probably the scariest thing she'd ever worked up the nerve to do. I tried to calm her down, but she was convinced that I was a demon, and she was waving about a scroll as proof, claiming it had my likeness on it. Well, I took a look at the scroll..."
He leans in and lowers his voice, his eyebrows raised knowingly. "It was porn, Thor. Detailed drawings of a bearded demon having his way with women. Some very satisfied-looking women, if you know what I mean. Before I knew it, the nun was all over me, begging me not to have my way with her, to stop seducing her with my devilish looks!" He laughs, blushing at the memory even now. "I managed to convince her to go back to the nunnery, that if she prayed hard enough, she'd get what she wanted. And then I packed up and left town. But I did call in a favor from Eros. Last I heard, she had quit the nunnery and married a local fisherman. A very happy local fisherman, I'm quite sure."
His laughter fades, his smile turning more serious. "Yes, we all need the family we can get. So long as you and your people will have me, I'll visit and do what I can to help." He places a hand on Thor's shoulder and squeezes gently.
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So, a humorous anecdote it is. He turns to face Thor, already gesturing with his hands as he sets the scene. "It was the 7th century, in Greece. I was living in a small coastal village, assisting some of the local architects with their designs. There was a convent just up the hill, the nuns -- religious women who had pledged themselves to God -- would come to town regularly to run errands and perform charitable deeds.
"Anyway, I was trying to keep a low profile, but you know how it is. You somehow survive a fall that would kill a human, or you display a skill that shouldn't be possible. I was in my pottery studio, at night, working, when suddenly in bursts this nun with a crucifix in her hand. Nice woman, middle-aged, probably the scariest thing she'd ever worked up the nerve to do. I tried to calm her down, but she was convinced that I was a demon, and she was waving about a scroll as proof, claiming it had my likeness on it. Well, I took a look at the scroll..."
He leans in and lowers his voice, his eyebrows raised knowingly. "It was porn, Thor. Detailed drawings of a bearded demon having his way with women. Some very satisfied-looking women, if you know what I mean. Before I knew it, the nun was all over me, begging me not to have my way with her, to stop seducing her with my devilish looks!" He laughs, blushing at the memory even now. "I managed to convince her to go back to the nunnery, that if she prayed hard enough, she'd get what she wanted. And then I packed up and left town. But I did call in a favor from Eros. Last I heard, she had quit the nunnery and married a local fisherman. A very happy local fisherman, I'm quite sure."
His laughter fades, his smile turning more serious. "Yes, we all need the family we can get. So long as you and your people will have me, I'll visit and do what I can to help." He places a hand on Thor's shoulder and squeezes gently.