A gruff hmm. A final tight squeeze before releasing him. Pointing a finger like a nagging auntie. "Now don't go listening to mythical creatures and wizards trying to gaslight you. Your soul is as whole as the day you were born."
He sniffles into her neck, before taking a deep breath, her touch calming him down before he nods, smiling.
βThank you, Brunhilde. Youβve helped Humanityβs Torch find some peace.β
Heβs swept into her hug, and after a few moments his arms wrap around her tightly.
βYouβre sure? Even though Doctor Strangeβ¦β
He quietly spoke, before he just buried his head into the crook of her neck.
βWell, maybe things are gonna be better now!
Brunhilde has reassured me that I do, in fact, have all of my soul.
So I guess Doctor Strange doesnβt know what heβs talking about.β
He was quiet for a long time⦠looking at the ground in front of him.
βI am missing apart of my soul, arenβt I?β
Johnny was never the smart one⦠but even he knew when someone was trying to make light of things.
Releasing his hand, palm resuming it's rest upon the hilt of her blade. A subtle nod.
"Aye, the Midgard forces are bolstered by Asgard's might from time to time. I'm here to pull my weight."