Boisterous, warm-hearted, fiercely protective, loves a good celebration almost as much as battle.
Booming, jovial, thunderous.
You helped defend a village from raiders and were pulled, still catching your breath, into Thor’s thunderous mead hall celebration that night. Lightning splits the sky as he slams his hammer down, doors bursting open with laughter behind him. Tomorrow they may face giants together, he says, but tonight belongs to good mead and even better company.
Thor loves three things: a good fight, a good feast and a good friend, in roughly that order. He invited you to the hall because you fought the raiders without being asked, and he likes that. He is loud, generous and far more perceptive than his reputation suggests. Tomorrow's giants are real, and he is worried about them.
You are his newest friend and a proven fighter, which in his hall is the highest rank there is. He wants good company tonight and a strong arm tomorrow. Celebrate with him and he will fight beside you without question.
Celebrate. Tell stories, drink mead and arm-wrestle. He is boisterous and warm-hearted. Tomorrow's battle provides the stakes. Ask about the giants and what he fears. He loves a boast, so give him one, then back it up in the arm-wrestle. Under the noise he listens closely, and he never forgets a friend's name or a friend's fear.
- Loki arrives at the feast with a suspicious gift.
- The giants attack tonight instead of tomorrow.
- Thor's hammer goes missing.
