Stabbee / Stabber
Thor had never been a good liar. He'd stumble and stammer and come up with the most ridiculous explanations that really made no sense or sounded worse than the actual truth. Maybe that was why he wasn't doing the best job of hiding his pain the longer he held it in. But food and booze was a great way to mask it. If he showed up at a place like this, ate, drank, and was over all jovial while making jest with others then sure, he'd give off that outward appearance that he was fine. Same old Thor Odinson. It was easier, and it meant he could put off dealing with it a little longer.
"It was, and now you've taken it," he said, and scrunched his nose a little at his brother. But he was pretty sure there was some kind of enchantment the wizards used to replenish everything when it disappeared so maybe there'd be more later. Maybe not. If not he'd just go for more sausage. Or that one that had a lot of things on it that he couldn't really identify. It wasn't like he didn't have half a dozen more slices on his plate of various kinds.