The device might be made of glass, with a silver stripe down one side, and glowing Futhark-like runes inscribed across its surface. He presses a corner of it and the runes fade, leaving it blank as he sets it down on the surface of the table to face her more fully.

Her formal attitude seems familiar, and though Thor has spent a lifetime as a warrior, he's spent just as long learning court manners. Something he'll probably need more of in the coming days, now that he's king. He bows his head in return greeting, and gestures broadly to the chair opposite him. "Not at all. Please, join me."

He's never minded talking about himself, though these days it's of a slightly humbler nature than it used to be. "Not destiny, exactly, but I knew it'd come. My family is particularly strong in magic, so it went without saying that I'd develop a talent sooner or later. Illusions, prophecy, that sort of thing. My talent just happens to be elemental power. Lightning and storms, specifically. I can change the weather with a thought, turn it against my foes... and apparently cast lightning with my bare hands. That's kind of a recent thing."