Thor makes a strangled sounding noise of protest. That's it? As if Mjolnir was not a wonder to behold. "This is it," he answers firmly, almost in challenge. Doubt it if you must, Kirk, but it's still true.

"Mjolnir the crusher, the grindstone, a thousand years old and still- wait, no, two thousand?" It was in the mural with Hela, which means it must be older than himself, right? How old is the hammer? He trails off, frowning as he struggles to come up with an actual age, and waves vaguely toward the ancient hammer when he can't.

He goes to sit down, and realizes almost too late he hasn't put his chair back, wheeling back around to grab it and drag it back up to the table before dropping his weight into it. "Give it a try," he says, once he's no longer in imminent danger of toppling over.