Nyx/Thor
Honestly, it was the truth. There was always something to be paid. Some exchange to be had to achieve your goal. Nothing was just handed off to you. Nyx understood this thoroughly on a personal level, and past that. The whole destiny thing that Lunafreya spoke of was beyond him, but his princess definitely was confident.
His princess. That was a jarring thought, he'd have to unpack a bit later.
The compliments that most would take to heart, almost fell on deaf ears only for the reasons he did the things he did. Never wanting to have someone feel the pain he did when he was powerless to save his own blood- people shouldn't feel that. It's why he fought.
"Well. I mean." A devilish grin crossed over Nyx's face. "Better keep up." With that threw his so called training weapon away to allow himself to warp away from the man. He suspected the training to be vigorous, and frankly... welcomed.