"That was hardly just having a thick hide."
Sif shook her head and gave her assessment in an extremely serious tone. "Your reflexes and strength are impeccable, but your fighting style is far too conservative. There were plenty of times when you could have used my momentum to break a joint or reversed your grip to lock down my throat, yet you always chose to take the hit head-on. That's probably because you're used to bombarding enemies with large-scale magic and rarely fight them hand-to-hand with your life on the line."
At that, Sif made a solemn promise. "Once tonight's feast is over, I'll compile the combat techniques I've developed on battlefields across the Nine Realms over the years into a set of scrolls for you. For someone as powerful as you, just a few pointers on generating force in close combat will definitely take your fighting strength up another level."
Hearing that, Lucian showed just the right amount of gratitude and replied politely, "Then thank you, Lady Sif. I'll remember this favor."
No reason to turn down something free.
Thousands of years of Asgard's combat experience would make excellent teaching material to bring home for the Supes under his command.
"Hahahaha!"
Volstagg strode forward with heavy footsteps, laughing loudly, and gave Lucian's shoulder two hard slaps with his broad hand. "Good lad! Tough! So damn tough! I've never seen a Sorcerer built this solid!"
Fandral put away his slender sword as well and approached with a broad smile. "Say, Lucian, with a body sturdier than a dragon's, hiding in the back chanting spells every day is a downright waste! When you have time, I'll take you hunting magical beasts in Alfheim's Black Forest. Experience a blade slicing into flesh and scalding blood spraying over your face. You'll get addicted!"