Despite his melancholy, Thor finds himself more invested in the story than he’d expected, watching his friend gesture expressively as he weaves the tale, building up to something. And that something is not exactly what Thor had expected either, startling a brief laugh out of him. “No,” he says, as if disbelieving, imagining the dumbstruck look that must have been on Prometheus’ face the moment he’d realized what he was looking at.

His smile is a small, subdued one, but it’s there nonetheless. “A happy ending for all, I suppose. Better than being chased out at swordpoint. Did you ever go back?” Judging by the blush on the Titan’s face, Thor is going to guess the answer is probably no, if a memory fourteen centuries past can still summon that shade of red to his face.

The gesture may be a more solemn one, but it is no less appreciated. “You’re always welcome here,” Thor tells him, managing to meet his eye for at least a few moments. “You... you’ve already done so much for us all. We... I owe you a debt.” Whether it’s friend to friend, or a king owing an ally, it makes little difference to Thor.