The brothers are bickering and talking as they will but Jim's gone rather quiet, staring hard at Thor in a much different way than he had been before. It's been a niggling thought at the back of his mind since the god of Thunder showed up but it took watching Thor when his head was turned and the eyepatch suddenly wasn't his most defining facial feature.

He smiles at his own joke toward Loki and it's George Kirk grinning in the picture his mother kept of them before Jim was born.

Thor Odinson is the physical embodiment of everything Jim can never be and he looks like a buff facsimile of Jim's father. If he actually went to a therapist for all the shit that's wrong with his head they'd have a field day with this.

"Y...yeah." Jim swallows. It takes actual effort for him to pull away and when he does it's nearly with a flinch. He needs to be anywhere but here, suddenly. "I know a place for sweets."