[The device clicks on as Thor clears his throat. He sounds very happy as he speaks, if not pausing slightly be
someone is being a distraction.]
Good evening, friends. This is, ah, Thor. I speak to you tonight with joyful news. Lady Sif has agreed to become my queen! We have decided upon the winter's equinox as our celebratory date and you are all invited to attend. That date is, ah...December twenty-second! Tha-- Si--
[There's a soft clatter as the device is dropped onto a plush surface, face down. Proceed smooching sounds and sheet ruffles deafened by the microphone in the fabric. The phone picks up a minute or two of laughter and sweet nothings before there's an awful crack and cut off. The phone has broken.]