"Mead if you're in the mood," he answered, "whatever you feel like if you're not."
Either way, he knew he'd get something good to drink. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Loki it would be the best beer he'd ever have. Ninkasi was very good at her job.
But apparently, she wasn't happy. Yellow was a happy color and it was hard to be unhappy when looking at it. Which begged the question of why she needed to work so hard at happiness. It wasn't just the walls, it was that she'd gotten rid of the furniture too. Ritual cleaning and a need for cheeriness were classic signs of major distress. In fact, it was something people did after a sexual assault.
Thor's brow lowered and the look on his face was definitely something most would describe as a glower. If somebody had hurt her, in any way, they were going to be missing a spine soon. Because he was going to rip it out through the top of their skull.
"Kasi?" he asked, his voice gentle despite his expression. "You know you can tell me if anything is bothering you, doncha? Anything."