"Later," Thor says emphatically, sort of in that register that that's a conversation for another day and time. Perhaps if they had a year left, or if things weren't going well enough between himself and Jane, and he still had a drove of secrets and memories Death had granted him to uncover yet. Any given sacrifice means more and is less of a problem, on average, when the cosmic significance of it and contribution to solving horrible future problems is uncovered in the course of fate. They'll both feel better when that comes about.

And he'll feel better when she comes home. Thor throws himself down on the broad furniture, and raises his cup in toast. "And it was not all wounds and ill result, you should know. I daresay, it was lunacy in part that has brought me to make this tenuous peace with my brother. What shall we toast to?"