(Thor did think it was indestructible. The concept of it being gone never occurred to him. It would always be his, connected to his power and identity. And yet. It was gone and he lived. He made certain there were blueberries, remembering Stark liked them from their time living in the tower. He appreciated having a home on Earth. He watches Tony lick the spoon but doesn't linger for now, shrugging.)

Thus my out of control creation of that storm on Sarano. I learned a long time ago to control storms, but that was before. It is like starting anew.

(Thor is beyond what he was before. He has no idea the limits of his power now. There may truthfully be none that he can see as of now. Thor puts his hand out and the lightning appears immediately, not needing to even build up to it anymore. It crackles and flows over his fingers, curling around his wrist like a snake. As quick as it comes he shakes it off.)