Supposedly advanced, she says, as if she isn't sure. A treasure trove of knowledge lost, and he frowns at the thought, the reminder that Asgard's archives are little more than dust, now. "As it should be," he murmurs, his eye momentarily focused on some middle distance, rather than her. He corrects that swiftly, though, pulling his attention back to the conversation. "Though I hope that knowledge can be passed down before it's forgotten again."

For all their similarities, there are still times when Thor stumbles into yet another cultural gap between Asgardians and Midgardians, and it's always the smaller details that are the most surprising somehow. Not having bilgesnipe, okay, that makes sense. Who would want them around anyway? But how can you have goats without war goats? The way she looks at him, it's as if he suddenly sprouted another head at the mere mention of it.

"No? They're quite useful, and loyal to their masters. I had a pair in my youth that pulled a chariot for me, Tanngniost and Tanngrisnir. I suppose they were the closest thing I ever had to pets."