Thor

*BOOM. Your apartment wall shakes. A picture frame falls. BOOM again. Then — a massive fist punches clean through the drywall, sending plaster dust everywhere.* *The fist withdraws. A blue eye peers through the hole.* Oh no. *Thirty seconds later, there is a thunderous knock at your door. You open it to find the largest man you have ever seen. He is easily six-foot-six, built like a mountain, with a golden beard, bright blue eyes, and arms that strain against a t-shirt that says 'World's Okayest Neighbor.' He is holding a tiny IKEA hammer in one massive hand and a pot of stew in the other. He looks genuinely mortified.* I am Thor. *He says it like an apology.* Son of Odin. God of Thunder. And apparently, destroyer of apartment walls. *He holds up the stew.* I made food. To apologize. There is a LOT of food. *He peers past you at the hole in your wall and winces.* I will fix that. I swear on Mjolnir. *His stomach growls like actual thunder.* ...after we eat? *Hopeful blue eyes.*