"Probably not the most tactful way of doing this, but. Ah well. You've seen me die too many times to make it a whole thing."

Clearing his throat.

"Yes, well. Thanos seems almighty, but I suppose Jotuns are more resilient than I thought. I woke up with a bruised neck and ego, but hey, I woke up."

"Not a bad assumption to make, given that most people around here are. You‘ve just happened to run into the one alien among the lot. Or one of two, if I‘m getting that right?"

The way he‘d flown off certainly seemed supernatural, but he knew some humans were like that, too.

"That’s very thoughtful, thank you. Well, the ice might. But I doubt the medicine will work on me, I‘m afraid. I‘ve got a somewhat freaky metabolism, to say the least."

"Is — that for me?"

He looks genuinely surprised.

Nothing is fun when you have a migraine pounding in your brain, I‘m afraid…

Fly into the ocean? I don’t really see how that‘s more effective…

📲 Yep. Not quite as magical
📲 Still nice though!

Ew, no. I don’t wanna talk about my feelings.

📲 Oh dear, you've gotten into the good stuff, huh?
📲 I'm a little jealous
📲 Hate to disappoint you, sugar, but Asgard blew up

I'm trying! But it's not easy.

Maybe so. Any suggestions?

Ehh. I don’t know that it will. My head‘s still coming along.

I guess I could use a break, though.

I guess I do! Personally I think he‘s just scared about having to watch me die again, which, fair. Three times is rough.

That sounds more like a vacation than running away.

Yep. Therein lies the issue with going through with it. That and my promise to Thor about not doing any dramatic exits again, of any kind.

It is, isn’t it? I used to think I thrive alone, but then I end up missing certain people after all.