A hug? From Natasha Romanoff? That caught Thor off guard, in a good way, as the gesture was warm and friendly, even more than he'd ever expected from her. As close as they'd all been, once upon a time, he hadn't ever seen her really do this kind of thing, that he could recall. Except with Banner, that was different. Thor smiled down at Natasha just a bit, standing about eight inches taller, and let her go after the brief moment passed. When she held Stormbreaker out, he took it and gave it a quick inspection to make sure it was ok. Of course it was, though, hilt solid and blade polished to a shine.
Thor ran his thumb along the bladed edge and found himself cringing slightly. He knew what that felt like now and it gave him chills. "Yes, I'll do just that." Thor bantered back, choosing to focus on life, on the moment, instead of lingering on what had happened. His expression brightened just a bit more and he set the weapon aside, bladed side facing inward toward the leg of a chair, with the hilt up toward the ceiling of the room.
"I apologize if I frightened anyone. Diana tells me I was killed, but I... suppose I knew that already, given the circumstances."