"He looks like the beasts I hunted back home." Thor gives his tusk a pat, suddenly very nostalgic for hunting in Asgard. He would certainly have carried this back home to eat on Asgard, but the notion is strange to him now.

"Grab him?" He repeats, skeptical. "If you want him, you can carry him." He's joking, of course, but she has the nerve to suggest he should carry it back as if it's nothing!

And yet, he's holding a hand out for her foot so he can raise her upward.