Thor had come for counsel. From Giselle, and yet...and yet the God could find no words to speak. His suspicions rose for a moment, a sight peak, but it felt wrong. He disregarded it and said nothing to the effect, only feeling Giselle's fingers weaving themselves within his own. He held her hand, squeezing her fingers gently in spite of the heat he felt bubbling in his blood.
Logan moved alongside Giselle with ease, though his eyes never left the blonde.
He frowned, and sighed, "I know who Thor is. His brother too; troublemakers the lot of them. This one an' I have fought together side by side. When I last saw 'm, we weren't on tha same path ta friendship. Disagreement if ya will over tha life of his kin." Logan had been willing and ready to slaughter Loki if the chance came. He had a feeling, though, this one never knew about any of that. Was it fair to hold that grudge now?