Since the beginning of their unconventional friendship, Thor had taken to sending Thanatos a variety of strange gifts over the centuries. Mementos, of sorts; that he'd come across in his various travels. Things that reminded him of a conversation they had, or any number of joking references that he was sure Thanatos barely remembered, but that wasn't important. If it amused Thor, he tended to be of the mindset that it would also amuse everyone else. And when that didn't happen, well; it was still amusing to Thor so, no harm, no foul.
Thor found it particularly humorous than Thanatos had a pet. Something that depended on him for survival and sustenance. He found it so amusing that when one salamander inevitably died, as they always did due to being mortal animals; Thor would simply come by and replace it with a new one of similar coloring and size. This had gone on for years. He was certain his friend never noticed, as he never paid much attention to the thing in the first place. He must have thought he was the most unlucky god to ever exist, to have been stuck with a pet salamander that was essentially immortal.
Such was the position he found himself in today; as he arrived just in front of his friend's temple, a large plastic container in his hand with a salamander that resembled the one before it. And the one before that, and so on and so forth. It was a terrible cycle, and he needed to be stopped.
Thor pushed open the doors, but didn't bother calling out for Thanatos, as he knew it was entirely unlikely that he would be there. Almost as soon as he entered, however; he heard the clicking sound of foot steps. Heels, to be exact. Loud and echoing. Which was very strange. In all the various occasions he'd come to replace Than's not-so-beloved pet, Thor had never once ran into anyone else in his friend's home. No one had a reason to be there if Than was not, and that sent Thor into a kind of high alert. A state of readiness, if you will.
He went from zero to sixty in terms of mood; pretty easily. One moment, he was calmly arriving to deliver his friend a 'gift'. The next, he was more than ready to deal out pain and vengeance upon whomever was foolish enough to trespass in Than's temple. Because there was no good, wholesome reason to be in another god's temple when that god was away. Thor's reasoning in particular, for being there today, was not entirely good or wholesome. So you see, he could only assume this intruder's intentions were of the nefarious variety, and must be dealt with accordingly.
So he silently made his way through the halls, towards the room the footsteps had stopped in. And then, salamander in one hand; Mjolnir in the other, he kicked the door open. Because he was a fan of the element of surprise, in addition to making his presence known in an abrupt, and some would say, barbarian-like fashion. It seemed as though, once again; he'd used a bit more force than was necessary, as the door was ripped off it's hinges completely. It landed somewhere in the center of the room; but Thor's gaze was fixed on what he saw standing off to the left.
This was not, in fact; a menacing and evil threat. And though he was wearing the fiercest of battle snarls and standing tall and wide as the doorway itself, Thor lowered his weapon immediately upon catching sight of the petite dark haired individual. She didn't appear to be stealing anything or setting anything on fire. She wasn't charging at him with defiant rage. Not trying to attack, and not causing any trouble; that he could tell.
Apparently he had overreacted, just slightly.
"Oh. Sorry. I thought you were..." His gaze shifted to her hand. "Are you holding a bag of slugs?" Thor sounded as perplexed as he looked. He really was quite terrible with first impressions. Not his forte.