Curious indeed. Thor has seen many powers at work in his centuries of life, but he's not quite certain he's seen anything like this. It's almost the exact antithesis of Hela, her ability to draw weaponry from nowhere, blades and spears with the flick of a wrist. Death on demand.

Not so here. Life from nothing, green and growing, the sweet scent of ripe apples causing his stomach to growl involuntarily as he reaches up to pluck one from a branch. It's no roast ox, but it'll do. "My thanks, Holland," he says, biting into the crisp juicy fruit. "That's quite a talent."