[ Sounds like it sucks. Thor nods, more weary than anything. It's difficult to find grief for someone he never knew beyond her worst moments, someone who had caused nothing but pain and destruction her whole life -- someone whose mad reign he had benefited from.

All of it, as Nero says, sucks.

Thor raises his hand and slowly squeezes it into a fist. In response, the cloud hanging over Nero wrings itself out, attempting to drench him in water, then disappears. That's what he gets for even implying that he would be mean about Mjolnir. ] I would never insult a fine weapon, only the hand that wields it. Red Queen looks like a special sword so I'm sure you understand... Mjolnir was special, too. A copy just isn't the same.

[ And in truth, he shouldn't need it. He can control his power without it. But a a part of him misses the weight of its company, the assurance that as long as it came to his hand, he was still worthy.

Thor starts toward the forest, though he has no idea where Nero is actually planning to lead them. He figures Nero will just assert himself if he starts going the wrong way. ] What about you? Do you have any family back home? Or is it just you and the sword ogling the cool lightning lady with the evil armor?