[It takes a lot to fluster Thor, but Ragnar gets damn close with that question. Thor almost chokes on the drink he's swigging, but he's drunk enough to laugh uproariously for a good, long minute before he falters and watches Ragnar's face.]

You're serious. [Thor raises a brow.]

Sif has no desire to be with me, much less as anything less than a priority. She doesn't share. Ever. [Thor points at Ragnar, as if teaching him a very serious lesson. He's still a little stung from Sif's verbal explosion at him not long before this.]

You don't need to worry about my bed, Bryn keeps it warm enough.