So Hulk was gonna make like a viking, eh? Returning from his pillaging with a milk mustache suggested that the green giant was successful albeit still hungry. "Remind me to invite you to the next great feast Volstagg hosts. It may leave you in a food coma for a week but you'd love it."
Before he could finish his tale he put down a small pile of gold coins on the table to fatten up the pot since Asgard didn't have flimsy paper for money. "You had best not lose Clint. The last thing we need is another man of science with an ego the size of Midgard's moon!" He was grinning until the alarms went off.
That voice...already? "I appreciate the offer Carol. To be honest I am in no condition for battle so if Hercules seeks a fight with me I would likely be defeated quickly." Standing up as he walked towards the door he seemed so serene. There was obviously much that needed to be said between the gods and near the door he turned to face Brunhilde. "Will you lend me your shoulder? I feel weak."
So this was the double edged sword of the Odinforce. Before the day was over he would have to return to Asgard and enter his first Thorsleep.