You're a strange man, you know. You want for the best, but you hope- nay, expect the worst.

[Thor lifts his legs so Loki isn't pinned under him anymore. He's not as worried as he might have been a few months ago, he doesn't expect Loki will fly into a rage or scheme against Stark.

Although, part of him wonders if the fact that he doesn't expect is something to be concerned about in itself. Maybe because the defeated, downtrodden reaction is cause for deeper concern. Maybe because he should always be a little prepared for a sinister reaction.]

You're welcome to go, if you like. You're welcome to stay, too. I do nothing productive with my time, as I'm sure you know.