The god of mischief was laying there feeling miserable. He had finished his tea. He hoped he would get better soon. He didn't know what he would do after that. He was still very conflicted on where he belonged. He was laying there closing his eyes hoping his headache would go away. He then heard JARVIS say that Thor was here. Finally. He thought, he wondered about whether to ask what had held him up.
He looked around when his brother walked into the room "Hey Thor." He sits up and he sneezed again. He knew he was still rather ill , and would be for a few days maybe. "Get held up?"
He looked around when his brother walked into the room "Hey Thor." He sits up and he sneezed again. He knew he was still rather ill , and would be for a few days maybe. "Get held up?"