Thor's vision isn't quite what it once was, thanks to the missing eye, so he can't be sure he saw any such smile or not. One thing's for certain, he doesn't need a translation for 'beings of the red.' He's spilled more than enough blood to get what that means. "I agree. Maybe we've been stagnant too long, relying on past victories to hold power, rather than work to prove ourselves worthy of it." Something he has personal experience with, as it happens.

Use the Nexus to find a new home? Now there's a thought, and Thor rubs at his beard. "It might, wouldn't it? We're on our way to Earth at the moment, to ask for sanctuary, but there's no guarantee they'll allow it. Having options is nice."