Esteem.
Far away from the palace or the throne room nestled inside, Thor walked within the hallowed walls of Troy's barn. Little more than four walls and a roof, the king kicked a bit of hay with his foot, and patted the horns attached to one of the Native's sheep. By request, several of Thor's favorite species roamed the space freely. Along for the ride were a Eva, Nate, Troy, Jimmy, and David. The six gathered at the Allfather's behest, secretly, and in the middle of the night. "Thank you all," the king began, then found a comfortable enough seat on a some stacked bales of wheat. "Given the current state of Asgard," mostly the discovery of young Julian, "I've had to rethink some of my plans," Thor explained, primarily to the three mortals of the group. "Each of you have been found worthy of godly bestowals and plans were in motion for your own separate celebrations," unfortunately, circumstance outweighed pomp on this occasion. "But you all didn't want big parties, right?" he joked, and possibly winked toward David, the man least likely to want that. Thor smirked even harder, then pulled a plain looking blanket from a rather shiny chest he'd hidden there earlier. "To borrow a line from Stark, 'this is how dad did it'," quietly, under the cloak of night.