Prometheus wouldn't say a word if Thor did cling to him, or cry loudly, or any other outpouring of emotion. He is glad that the hug seems to help in some small measure, and when Thor starts to pull away, he gives his friend a pat on the back and lets go naturally.

"Anytime," he says, his expression warm as always. He smiles at the offer of a drink. "I'd like that very much, friend. I'll take either, so long as it's hot." He wipes some rain out of his hair, giving an exaggerated shiver. "It's beautiful here, but when you're used to hot, sandy beaches, Norway can be a little chilly. Definitely not bathing suit weather."