Thor moved furniture like it was a feather. He practically backhanded anything in their way out of the way, some pieces being crushed with the weight of Mjolnir. He didn't care. A sofa would be replaced. Their lives...not so much. He moved with purpose at Sif's side, if only slightly ahead, swinging to clear the path.
Static loomed and filled the air as they came to the end of the alley to find it blocked.
To Sif, he laughed. He threw his head back and laughed. "Lets get out of here," he then told her and there was all of three seconds before he was gone. Swing, swing, toss. Mjolnir and all of its unfathomable weight took Thor straight up into the sky. He then jerked back his arm, commanding the mighty hammer to stop the upward thrust so he could land on the top of the monstrosity. Weak spot...weak spot...where was it....
Thor began to bang and crash, if only to serve as a distraction for his mate, looking for something good to break off and damage.