Seeing Thor here was both comforting since that meant there was yet another familiar face and dismaying since that meant whatever enchantment had brought them here, it could enslave even a God. And what hope did Hawkeye have if Thor was helpless in the face of this accursed places's power?

Pulling the stallion to a halt, Clint rubbed the sun warmed neck affectionately before sliding down the horse's side. Of course, on the ground, Thor once more towered over him, much to Clint's amusement. Leading his horse by a sure hand on the reins, he crossed the last few feet between him and the Asgardian and greeted him with a wide smile.

"Wish I could say we were meeting again under better circumstances, man." Chagrin filled the shorter man's eyes as he clapped a companionable hand on the Thunder God's arm. "If you've gotten dragged into this madness, I'd say we're all well and truly screwed. A couple of the others are here so maybe they just really need that unique Avenger's touch?" He snorted with a wry twist of his mouth.