It's a little strange coming back to the Avengers after everything that's happened, so assured that he wouldn't be welcome back even if he'd been told otherwise. But nobody's looked at Thor with blame in their eyes, or told him to leave, or done anything other than wave hello or invite him to sit down at the table. He's missed this, sitting among friends who have come to know him as he is, not as the distant prince or the reclusive king. Asvera may feel like home in time, but now, this feels closer than he's been since Ragnarok.

The longer he sits here, the more his nerves ease, and he can't blame it on the weak beer this time. It's been harder to smile in recent days, but today, it's just a little easier.

"I am too," he agrees, and hopes that the Asgardians can learn to be just as adaptive as those whose homeworld they now share.

Thor smiles when Natasha joins them, accepting the bread with a nod of thanks. He doesn't quite laugh at her preemptive defense of her cooking, just shifts in his seat a little to include her in their comfortable little circle. "It's a cake, how bad could it be?"