[...Betrayed and killed by his own weapons. Harmed and "taught a lesson". Intended for a purpose.

He chuckles softly, regaining a faint edge of his good humor at that, and gently presses his hand against Tony's chest where he knows the arc reactor rests beneath his shirt, gently, fingers splayed. And he leans to return the kiss because that is something he can do as he responds--]

It is about you as well, for it is a similar tale. And as you stated once--sometimes all it takes is a single person to understand.

[A faint, wry smile.]

Thor is a hero, Tony. Thor is all of those things and none of those things depending on the mood that takes him. Of course it is not so black and white as that.

[Though the inherent prejudice is hard to shake, even now, he simply sighs faintly, still vaguely good-humored despite everything.]

I am still rather insane, you know.