Thor shakes his head, and directs his gaze away from his brother and to the wall. He drains the bottle, throws it back onto the bed and reaches for another. He can't remember the last time he drank this much. He probably would have at his coronation, had he not bungled everything up and was cast out to Midgard.

"I got the feeling he was probably afraid of us turning out like her," he says. "It would explain a great deal."

He cracks open that next bottle.