"Of course," Thor says, making an effort to sound like it's not a foolish question. He's asked his fair share about Earth things to know what it's like to be on the other side of it all. "It takes a lot to down a war goat, but there's no sense in not making it harder for your foe to do it."

He'd thought that might stand out, and even though the steed almost certainly perished during Hela's invasion, he's just as certain that the loyal beast refused to go quietly. "Sleipnir was no common horse - the swiftest mount in the Nine Realms, and a fierce creature on the battlefield. If any horses go to Valhalla, he is certainly there with his master. There has never been a horse such as he, and never will be again." Her question about the legs does get a startled laugh out of him as he imagines a horse scuttling along like a spider, or some other insect. What a dreadful mental image. "No, neither. More like... doubled in place, or very nearly. Two sets of forelegs before and aft each other, and same with the hind."