"It brought my brother here, too," Thor explains after a brief hesitation, like he had to let the sentence sit at the tip of his tongue for a moment before deciding to expel it. "If you see a greasy, long-haired man sneaking in the shadows, sulking, and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, that's probably him. He dresses like a witch, but not a cool, hip witch, but like a wannabe witch." Anyway .. "So the question is really what sort of power could capture two gods and bring them both here."

It's a question with which he's been grappling since he'd first woken up in that stupid tube.

"And it wouldn't have been our father, anyway .. whoever brought us here. He — he died, not long before I arrived here."