Thor de Finland: Channeling the God of Thunder

Unboxing Thor

Light at last. After days of darkness and jostling in a cardboard sarcophagus, I was free again.

Oh times, oh manners. Isn’t this the age of aeroplanes and first class flights? If this is how people treat honored guests, I don’t want to know how they treat their enemies.

I am Thor, the God of Thunder. This time my world tour had brought me to Finland, the land of the fabled weather witches. If you haven’t been following my journey, the stories of the previous stops are really worth reading.

My gracious hostess was Reetta (what a tongue twister of a name), her husband and two children.

After polite greetings, I inquired if they had anyone named Barbie living in the house. To my relief, wanna-be Mrs. Thor had no relations here.

Dinner went well. Remembering the human ways of asking for another filling, I refrained from smashing any mugs and plates.

Thor baking

Dessert was a do-it-yourself thing. We baked gingerbreads. Even a god can experience new things.

Piglets, bears and various feminine shapes demanded a manly counterpart. Hammertime.

Mjölnir cookie

I haven’t done much crafting since divine pre-school. It was actually really fun. And this wasn’t the last of it. Father’s Day was coming and the children made cards for their daddy dear.

I have to say, I’m not very pleased with my old man for sending me on this earthly humble pie journey but you have to respect yer elders. So here you go All-Father.

Happy Father’s Day, Odin

This Reetta woman had a strange gleam in her eyes when she told me that she wasn’t going to take me to work with her. I heard some muttering of “mine, all mine.” Scary.

After frolicking outside in the snow, I discovered the Portal. Utterly fascinating, a whole new dimension I had never heard of. It wasn’t any of the Nine Realms, that’s for sure.

Thor and the Portal

I was guided in the art of Playstation by a friendly giantess named Ninjini. I have been known to have a soft spot for exotic ladies but I swear I stayed true to Mum, err, Debra.

Thor and Ninjini

The day passed in a whirl of new found digital addiction. When the children got home, they demanded their game back. Selfish brats.

Lets just say that put me into a mood. Luckily there was a worthy target for my wrath, Orcus, a demon prince and Lord of the Undead. Pretty fancy title, huh?

Thor vs. Orcus

The little spoilsports had to foil that too. No fighting?! How in Hel do these humans have fun?

I… I almost can’t speak of what came next. Naughty spot. Curfew. *sob*

The humiliation. Bested by two little brats. I, Thor, who have not been bested by anyone but crone Elli, the Old Age herself. And well, Lara. And Sheila. And the previous human child…. But who’s counting. This globe tour better be worth the throne of Asgard.

I just can’t take it anymore in this household. Farewell Finland, it’s been an experience.

The first available plane flies to Malta… I sense an adventure waiting.

But alas, so we won’t part in too somber mood, lets end it with a song.

And this video made me like children again.

The End.

Now I want to hear from you. If Thor came to visit you, what would you show him? And do you have a favorite superhero?