"Very well," Thor agreed as he took the beer. "I ask only that this not be posted on any 'social media.'" Not for his dignity or anything like that, but because he was supposed to be dead.

He quaffed half the glass before burping out what an informed ear might recognize as the Elder Futhark, then downed the other half before transitioning into the English alphabet, done as close to the tune of the traditional song as he could manage.

"I hope that will suffice."