He chuckles gamely. “If you could find one that large, I’d be willing to give it a try.” He’s only half joking, but world-sized sea serpents are probably rare enough that he won’t have to go through with it. But what a story that would make... ah well. He’s supposed to be wise and responsible these days anyway.

“That’s right,” Thor confirms, a slightly more serious look in his eye, though he’s still smiling. “My... coronation was yesterday, such as it was. We had to improvise a little.” An eyepatch for a crown, a captain’s chair for a throne, his honor guard made of commoners and children... not how he’d imagined it in his youth. But Thor regrets nothing of its reality, just glad that he was able to save as many as he did, and that they follow him. “The past week or so’s been very busy.”