"No—stop. No. I have read this so-called 'mythology' since my arrival here. Stories, nothing more." Horrifying stories that have assigned him a number of monstrous children, including that giant wolf and the Midgard Serpent. The less said about his apparent offspring, the better, and handing that kind of ammunition to someone like Tony Stark? He may as well just get up and leave now, and he finds he doesn't want to.

But he won't turn down the offer of another drink. It isn't as long a swig as the first one, but the familiar burn does help. "Thank you. Thor is fine, he learned his own lesson about snakes long ago. Sakaar took his hair and Hela took his eye, but he's fine."

Loki is even growing accustomed to thinking of Thor as the rightful king of Asgard without feeling that old, ground-in anger.