Prometheus would enthusiastically give an earful to anyone daring to give Thor a hard time about his fertility magic. That sort of ability is more powerful than lightning, in some ways, and far longer lasting. Even Prometheus, whose realm lies more in creativity and progress, takes personal pride in creating humans, which is the closest he'll get to fertility powers.

"Plenty of my relatives have fertility powers," he tells Thor, both as conversation and as a bid to lessen his embarrassment. "Even my cousin Artemis, who's about as chaste as someone can be, was called upon during difficult childbirths." He lifts up his glass of mead. "Dionysius, too. Not the chaste part, the fertility part. The boy keeps himself busy."

The Titan has no doubt, either, in fact he's looking forward to it. "Oh, is he the rock giant you told me about? I'd love to meet him." He pauses, then asks hesitantly, "Do you think I could bring Steropes here sometime? He wouldn't frighten your people, would he? I've been researching places to take him, once I can convince Hephaestus to let him take a little time off."