Thor was in a mood. There wasn’t any one thing wrong-- not more than usual anyway. Yes, everyone was of an odd age, his own mother and pseudo-daughter included, but inconveniences like that were pretty normal for this place. He had been there for almost a year--- or had it been more than a year? The thought caused his eyebrows to knit together for a second, he was pretty sure it was a year, around this time at least. No, Thor’s mood was more just… a permeating feeling that seemed to surround him at the most annoying times.
The problem was that, once again, the feeling wasn’t just going away. He didn’t drink in front of Tony, or his daughters, but he found himself drawn to it again, on long quiet nights. He had slipped into his old routine (though it was still punctuated by going to work and spending time with his kids), but he still found himself sinking into his bed and remembering his ways when New Asgard needed his help the most. He put it all on Valkyries shoulders then, and it was almost ironic when he saw he post that they bantered as if nothing, when he knew that he had shoved too much at her before.
He couldn’t wipe the small grin off his face upon seeing his friend. “I only take back what I say when I speak mistruths,” He teased her, and with an overly regal sweep he bowed at her playfully. “Queen of New Asgard.” He smirked, “Are you sure you want to challenge me?”
Oh, Thor had no doubt that Valkyrie could destroy him if she truly wanted to. She was the most fierce fighter Asgard had ever produced, and certainly now that his belly had rounded and his reflexes seemed slower. Still, he had no problems with teasing her.