Stormbreaker lands solidly against Thor's hand, and he grips it tightly. He can't help but feel relieved at having the weight of it in his hand.

He really shouldn't leave the inn without it, but people generally started asking questions when you showed up places lugging a giant axe around. He really should ask Loki to magically enchant it the way he did back in New York for Mjolnir.

"What's that?" Mirror Thor asks, squinting at the new addition to the Hall of Now Many-Broken Mirrors.

"It's getting us out of here," he informs Mirror Thor.

Thor turns around and wraps an arm around Tony. "Duck down," he says. The last thing he wants to do when they make their great escape is give his husband a concussion.

Once Thor is thoroughly convinced their escape will be a safe one, he casts a glance over at the mirror versions of themselves and finds himself relieved that he's shed this part of himself; true, the confidence and even the vanity was there, but there was much more that he couldn't be expected to express ten years ago, and could express now.

"I'd say it was good seeing you," Thor says to them, "but it really wasn't."

Thor lifts Stormbreaker skyward.