Thor lets out a silent laugh, and he holds out his hand for Stormbreaker to snap into it. It seems wild, somehow, using a weapon forged in Nidavellir to cut firewood for the two of them. Lately, though, Thor found himself thinking less and less of what would be appropriate, and more and more about what he wanted to do, because he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to do what he wanted.

It takes Thor about a half hour to return with enough firewood to last them easily the next two or three nights bundled under two arms. Tony hadn't said anything about how long he wanted to stay and he'd packed appropriately for a few days, just in case they were making a long stay of it. Four hours of walking seemed like a bit much for just a day trip.

"It gets pretty cold at night," he says, as he starts to steeple the wood in place. "Even in the summer. Desert and all."