[The Larder in his modest and cramped home is empty. Requiring sustenance Thor lumbers his way to the food stores, as he has realized one cannot dine out every meal of every day. Well one could but it reflected poorly upon his ability to care for himself, and if there was anything that might be said of Thor, let it never be said he could not care for himself adequately.
He simply is out of practice.
When he reaches the store, carefully plucks out a basket and finally reaches the shelves-
they too are bare.
It's a cruel twist of fate or circumstance and for a long moment he stands glaring at the shelves that were not one day ago full of fruit and vegetables and all manner of succulent meats to be cooked and enjoyed.
They remain bare.
A moment more, he glowers. He does not punch the shelves. It is not their fault they are bare. They cannot help that they have not been stocked.
It doesn't keep him from glowering until he thinks of something better to do.]
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He simply is out of practice.
When he reaches the store, carefully plucks out a basket and finally reaches the shelves-
they too are bare.
It's a cruel twist of fate or circumstance and for a long moment he stands glaring at the shelves that were not one day ago full of fruit and vegetables and all manner of succulent meats to be cooked and enjoyed.
They remain bare.
A moment more, he glowers. He does not punch the shelves. It is not their fault they are bare. They cannot help that they have not been stocked.
It doesn't keep him from glowering until he thinks of something better to do.]