"You're not the proxy," he says, and then he moves in to clarify before there can be any doubt. "There is no proxy. There's just a lot that's happened and you already know about it. I mean, hello! My family's dead, my best friend's dead, I killed my sister --" Thor points a finger at Tony. "-- destroyed Asgard to make that happen."
Thor takes a breath there, and is suddenly overwhelmed by the complete absurdity of it all. He remembers telling Jane about Loki and the snake and she was utterly horrified by it, even after Thor tried to assure her that it was okay, he wasn't upset about it at all. And that's what it feels like on some level right now. Except instead of trying to convince Jane he's not traumatized by telling her the good stories, he's trying to convince Tony there's nothing really worse than what he's spoken about already by telling him all the bad ones, with the same casual ease one might have while discussing the work day with a friend over shawarma.
"And that --" he continues, "That's stressing me out. But you aren't any part of it. It's just me --" And almost unconsciously, Thor plants a hand against his own chest in the same space where Tony had the wound in his dream. "-- freaking out, because of the whole freaky dream thing. And that stuff -- the stuff about the future? I've got like, probably another, I don't know, eight thousand years in me. My father died young and he was like, 6,800 years old or something, and that wasn't even old when you're looking at all-fathers. I mean, Bor -- my grandfather, he lived to be like, 12,000 years old or something."
Thor feels like he should wrap this up somehow, but he's been rambling on for so long now that he's pretty sure he lost track of the thread. Maybe it's time to get back to the heart of all this.
"But I can work on those things," he pronounces. "I can work on us. Stop being such an asshole every time I wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something."
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Thor takes a breath there, and is suddenly overwhelmed by the complete absurdity of it all. He remembers telling Jane about Loki and the snake and she was utterly horrified by it, even after Thor tried to assure her that it was okay, he wasn't upset about it at all. And that's what it feels like on some level right now. Except instead of trying to convince Jane he's not traumatized by telling her the good stories, he's trying to convince Tony there's nothing really worse than what he's spoken about already by telling him all the bad ones, with the same casual ease one might have while discussing the work day with a friend over shawarma.
"And that --" he continues, "That's stressing me out. But you aren't any part of it. It's just me --" And almost unconsciously, Thor plants a hand against his own chest in the same space where Tony had the wound in his dream. "-- freaking out, because of the whole freaky dream thing. And that stuff -- the stuff about the future? I've got like, probably another, I don't know, eight thousand years in me. My father died young and he was like, 6,800 years old or something, and that wasn't even old when you're looking at all-fathers. I mean, Bor -- my grandfather, he lived to be like, 12,000 years old or something."
Thor feels like he should wrap this up somehow, but he's been rambling on for so long now that he's pretty sure he lost track of the thread. Maybe it's time to get back to the heart of all this.
"But I can work on those things," he pronounces. "I can work on us. Stop being such an asshole every time I wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something."