[voice] *day* [action to anyone near Smith's]

[godofpancakes]

[There is a metallic *thunk* of something very heavy hitting tile before the voice speaks. It's Thor, and his voice is scratchy and heady from disuse.]

Mmm...what day is it?

[A yawn is sounded, no attempt made to stifle it; the sound of nails against skin can be heard as Thor scratches at his chest absently.]

I don't believe I did anything to warrant an Odinsonsleep, unless things were done that are no longer in my memory.

Is everyone well?

[There is concern in his voice, but it is dulled by sleep. But then, well, something more pressing hits him.]

I require sustenance.