Facing the Destroyer

"Forget it!"

Thor waved his hand boldly and said, "Come on, keep drinking! Today, I'm going to drink all three of you under the table!"

"No chance!" Volstagg glared, shouting indignantly, "Fandral! Hogun! Come on, let's drink our Prince Thor under the table!"

"Volstagg, take a look at your belly..." Fandral glanced at his plump little paunch and couldn't resist giving it a pat.

'Smack~'

"We've only been in Midgard for a few days, and you're already getting fat."

Volstagg rubbed his round belly and, feeling a little guilty, stiffened his neck and retorted, "Old Fan, you don't understand~ Only a belly like this proves that an Asgardian warrior is strong and powerful!"

"And you're no better. You're skinny as a stick. It looks like a gust of wind from Asgard could blow you away."

Fandral raised an eyebrow, unable to resist firing back.

Hogun hurriedly shoved two large cups of liquor into their hands and repeatedly urged them, "Drink, drink! Prince Thor has already finished a whole cup!"

Volstagg and Fandral turned their heads and saw Thor holding a second cup, gulping it down.

Volstagg let out a strange cry. "Thor, you actually took advantage of us talking to sneak a drink?!"

Thor downed the entire cup in one breath, casually wiped his beard, and said smugly, "I'm two cups ahead of you now!"

Fandral couldn't take it anymore. He slammed the table and shouted, "Drink! Today, we're definitely drinking him under the table!"

With that, he and Volstagg raised their cups and tipped their heads back to drink.

Once they had finished in one breath, Sif brought over a large basin of roasted lamb legs and placed it on the table.

"Don't focus only on drinking. Come eat something."

She sighed and said, "Unlike when we were in