Who: Fenrir, Thor When: Wednesday Where: The mean streets of New York What: This feud is going to end in Ragnarok, isn't it?
Fenrir was ten different varieties of angry. How dare that huge, arrogant son of a one-eyed bastard attack Fenrir? That was not how things worked. Fenrir was the hunter, and he would be the one who decided when people would have fights to the death in an alleyway.
He had not told his siblings what he was planning, because even he knew it was a bad idea and he didn't want to worry them.
Fenrir watched Thor from a distance, trying to decide the right moment to attack. He wanted them to be more isolated than they had been last time. He would follow the Thunderer, he decided.