Thor drops his bag of fowl, turning to face Ty directly. His garments do not reflect his stature, all of them mortal save for the gauntlets at his forearms, but his bearing suggests that of royalty -- the set of his shoulders proud, the jut of his chin defiant.

"I am Thor, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard and her future king," he declares. "Who are you to question what I am doing?"