"Shit," Ty says, panicked and stuck and staring up at a god. He really thought he'd got out of this and away from it, but apparently the joys of being mortal can only last so long before you're face to face with one of the Aesir. He exhales, with an edge of misery. "And you're not from some weird online roleplaying game," he clarifies. "Your parents weren't hippies? You genuinely are Thor, the god of thunder?"