For all the differences between their peoples, the concept of a single true weakness is one that Thor is at least passingly familiar with, although the Midgardian version of the mishap with Baldr isn't all that close to what actually happened. So his eye widens at the confession, not so drunk that he can't treat it with the seriousness that it's due. "He's definitely not welcome here then. I'll put up a sign if I have to."

He'd ask why some gods are such dicks, but he can't exactly point fingers himself. It was only a decade ago that Thor himself was too arrogant to think things through before he acted, and nearly caused at least one war because of his foolishness.

Belatedly, it occurs to him that he probably could've spent his recent time on Midgard more productively by learning more about his friend's pantheon, either through the internet or by finding some television channel that might tell him more about it. He doesn't have too much time to feel guilty about that though, because the reminder of the story makes him laugh, a little more free with his amusement than he'd been before he'd downed half a keg of mead. "Oh, that's not all I know," he says, elbowing Prometheus with a grin. "I know you've got family drama worse than mine ever was, and that you're a good man despite it. In spite of it. One of those."