Oh, if you insist, captain. Thor obligingly picks up both glasses and the bottle, setting Kirk's cup on the floor and having to take a few tries to get upright again before he can drink more of his own. Not that he feels the beverages are in any danger, but really, there's no harm in humoring him. And it gets more whiskey in him! Win-win.

If the young captain was more sober, that look of wide-eyed scientific contemplation might remind Thor even more strongly of Jane, wrestling with any number of conundrums that she'd encountered when dealing with magic. She'd been quick to accept it as a science she did not understand, but that never did stop her from trying to understand. He sees the same in Kirk now, the gears grinding away as he struggles to outsmart the Allfather's enchantment.

Thor shrugs, a cheeky grin on his face as he takes another long drink from his glass. "You'd be trying a while. My girlfriend - ex-girlfriend, long story - she never got it to move either. She was a star scholar - er, astro... physicist?" It takes him a couple attempts to pronounce the latter coherently. "Lots of math. Didn't help at all."