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[Thor's temptation, perhaps innate desire, to simply create a storm has been itching upon him, and the fact that the sky is a little darker today might have something to do with him, though he at least hasn't made it rain a heavy downpour over the city. Yet.
Where he's been staying the last few days, a cabin deep within the woods, he has a fire built outside and a large boar roasting over it. He has mead that has been brewing for quite some time, and as he turns the feed on the barrels can be seen behind him, the light of the fire flickering over his features as he tends to the meat.]
In Asgard, it would be the beginning of our summer, this coming month. Now, we would battle in the Wild Hunt, and celebrate my father, Odin.
[For the briefest second, he looks a little bit homesick, but he has mastered his emotions about being away from home for so long. It's been a year, almost.]
If any wish it, I invite you to feast with me. There is much to eat from the spoils of my successful hunt, and there is mead. [He tilts the phone to focus over his shoulder on the six large barrels.] A lot of mead.
Any are welcome. [Giving a faint nod and a light smile, he cuts the message there.]