He knows it’s a trap.
He watches, transfixed, as the buckles click and the straps hiss and the layers peel one by one by one and he longs to rip them all off to claim the prize beneath; but he knows he’s being shown a point and so he watches and waits and trembles.
As he entered the clock tower and saw the trail of dark blood leading up the stairwell, Thor suddenly thought about cats.