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Thor stood watching, his grip tight on Mjolnir. He too wanted alcohol, and food, but he was truly unsure about the others around. He didn't know what they were. Obviously not from Asgard, but perhaps from some place similar. When Erebus introduced himself, he sounded quite odd. Then again, perhaps a true Asgardian introduction would have sounded odd to him... He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair as a low rumble filled the room: his stomach. He laughed heartily, and despite himself clapped Loki hard on the back. "I like the way of thinking here, Loki! Food and drink would be greatly appreciated!" He roared cheerfully, as though every thought of the previous moments had gone from his mind. There was no point in being brutish toward people who agreed that they all needed food, and a large mug of some alcohol or other after such a long, frustrating day. He had no idea what Erebus said just before "Let's go find something to drink," but it sounded neither kind nor threatening, so it probably had something to do with food as well. With another heavy laugh that shook the skies again, he turned and headed out the way he had come, the wooden form Mjolnir had taken resting against his shoulder.