"Oh, I watched him forge it," Thor assures her. "I had to be there for the fitting, you see. The volcano was an interesting touch; Nidavellir was constructed around a neutron star, itself."

Her comments on his arm does make him close the fingers self-consciously, flexing the hand into a gentle fist. A part of him... yes, it is, isn't it. Not an entirely happy thought, but one that does not last long, as the raven in his arm complains and pecks at his hand to get him stroking those neck feathers again.

"So," Thor says, perhaps a hair too brightly, "are you meant to take over the family business, then?"