"Fiction is fiction, got it." He skips past the remainder of his mythology centered questions as they've been rendered pretty damn moot; no need to worry about giant wolves and midgard serpents or anything else on top of the usual bullshit. That is something of a relief.

Even if it does mean Asgard's suddenly a kingdom of hyper durable longlived refugees. That'll be a complication for another day. Thinking about it now would give him a migraine.

"...As much as I want to know, I get the feeling I probably really don't want to know." There's that twinge of worry, unearthed from time and distance and the lingering bitterness of loss and accusation. Thor is, or was, a teammate at one point. He shouldn't be so quick to burn all his bridges. "He adapting to the depth perception change well?"