It's not that Thor forgets his friends are mortal, exactly. But having fought with and worked alongside Steven Rogers, having seen him perform feats of strength and courage that are damn near Asgardian, it's difficult for him to imagine the man so frail. It's a sobering reminder of the fragility of life - all life, not just humans anymore. And the way that Steve trails off when he speaks of his friend...
Thor tilts the bottle toward Steve in a silent offer to share, knowing all too well the burden of their survival while their loved ones are scattered on the winds.
Perhaps talk of the shield is less painful, the sentiment certainly a relatable one. He absently wrings his hands together, worrying at the grooves in the metal knuckles, a grounding habit to keep him here and focused. "I don't expect you to be." Maybe that helps, maybe it doesn't, but Thor can be nothing but honest, unfiltered though it might be. "When I... after my banishment... sometimes Mjolnir felt heavier in my hand than it did before," he admits, trying to put his thoughts into words to support his friend. "I don't know if it was because it really was, or because I was just more aware of something I'd taken for granted." Or maybe his worthiness had wavered; Thor rather doubts he'd be able to lift the hammer today, were it right in front of him. But the hammer is destroyed, and... this is not the point, and he struggles to rein in his thoughts as they try to scatter. "I'm not the man I was either. None of us are."
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Thor tilts the bottle toward Steve in a silent offer to share, knowing all too well the burden of their survival while their loved ones are scattered on the winds.
Perhaps talk of the shield is less painful, the sentiment certainly a relatable one. He absently wrings his hands together, worrying at the grooves in the metal knuckles, a grounding habit to keep him here and focused. "I don't expect you to be." Maybe that helps, maybe it doesn't, but Thor can be nothing but honest, unfiltered though it might be. "When I... after my banishment... sometimes Mjolnir felt heavier in my hand than it did before," he admits, trying to put his thoughts into words to support his friend. "I don't know if it was because it really was, or because I was just more aware of something I'd taken for granted." Or maybe his worthiness had wavered; Thor rather doubts he'd be able to lift the hammer today, were it right in front of him. But the hammer is destroyed, and... this is not the point, and he struggles to rein in his thoughts as they try to scatter. "I'm not the man I was either. None of us are."