Thor passed a hand in Wanda's direction with a shake of his head. "You are not a...downer," he said after a pause and a head bow as he spoke. A half nod, if you will. He then gave a small shrug, shifting in place. "It is not so easy to take in," the man elaborated.
"I have come to his realm twice, now. I still find it unsettling, to say the least. My brother is here, my niece from the great future is here, as well. The Avenger's, we are all here," Thor's hand motioned around to the island. "But we do nothing. We do not fight. I have had words with Loki once, we shoved. It is draining."
At least, perhaps, one person on the island had perspective. Everyone was off having children, making lives from jobs that did not give wage and trying to survive the daily toils of a clean home or becoming the opposite gender for a week. There was no great battle. No great stories to share during feasts and revels. It was just the same thing every day, like the tide rolling in and out. It drove Thor insane. He moped more than anything else, though of course he kept that to himself. Katherine might have known, seeing as he lived with her, but even then he kept to himself.
"But, they are happy. That is all I could ask for them, our friends."