“Would you believe I forgot about the winged helmet? He hasn’t worn that in some time. Or at least not in my presence.” He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “I believe I am more put off by this sorry excuse of a hammer.” He holds up a small, cheap looking plastic thing that vaguely looks like Mjölnir.

“I personally have no use for a costume, but if someone wished to look like me instead of my brother, it would very least need to include my helmet, which is far better than that silly winged thing.”