Mistake. That's been his favorite word lately, and his expression falters a bit at the use. "Not much of a mistake if I've been here this long." In the same way that Potter realizes it, Draco realizes there's really no point in continuing their rivalry now knowing what he knows. But just because he realizes it doesn't mean he has to abide by it. Asgard was confusing enough as it was. Everything he was discovering about the city and about himself was confusing enough as it was. Maybe having Potter around to antagonize was the gods' way of giving him something familiar and constant.

Draco, of course, had a whole other story about Potter that he hadn't bothered really delving into. But that was neither here nor there.

"If by rubbish you mean fighting in the war here and actually being more productive than you've ever dreamed of being? Sure, I'll get right to that." He didn't expect the brunette to really believe him, but he was also finding that to be a bit infuriating. He wasn't entirely sure why it was so important to prove to Potter of all people that he was better...

...oh, right. Because that's what he's always done. "You can't do much if you're completely lost. You realize that, don't you?"