"The chair I was cuffed to when I was sold to the Grandmaster! He had this thing --" Thor curls his fingers into a circle and presses his neck against where it once was on his neck. "This obedience disk that would shock me whenever I did anything somebody didn't like."

Thor's getting prickly just thinking about it. The lack of sleep he's had since battle's end was probably not helping much with his moods, either.