Thor stepped through the burning portal as it was opened. This was was preferable to travel than the room-shifting that had occurred the first time around. As he moved in and the portal closed behind him, Thor absently wondered if he would be given the infinite glass of ale again. He thought he could use a drink considering the events of the past few months. Maybe the past few years.
He rubbed his hand over his face and then over his head, through the short hair he was still getting used to.
"Apparently we do," he agreed, following the sound of the sorcerer's voice until he located the good doctor, books floating around him.
Magic. It still made him feel uncomfortable, but at least he was aware that Strange was on the same said as he was. It was good; Strange would be a formidable enemy, so gifted was he with the mystic arts. Briefly, he thought of his mother. She would have enjoyed the abilities of Strange. Wanda, too. He felt a pang in his chest, rubbing his solar plexus for a moment before he returned his attention to the matter at hand.