A/N: Haven't really written any crack fics involving Thor, so here you go.
Thor was the God of freaking Thunder, he has a nifty hammer called Mjolnir, he had beautiful hair, what else does he need?
More. Damn. Poptarts.
Thor was pacing back and forth in Stark Tower. Currently, he was the only one there (everyone else was at the beach and Thor was left behind due to very good reasons) and he was just... freaking out. He looked in every cupboard there was and still, they had no more Poptarts left.
NO POPTARTS.
He then suddenly remembered his emergency Poptarts. He usually hid them under his bed and that's pretty much exactly where he went. He ran to his room, suddenly looking under his bed to be greeted by a box of Poptarts. He took it out and he noticed it was already opened. He looked inside and he was greeted by tons of disappointment. It was an empty box. Nothing in it. It was just a box of Poptarts now.
Thor just let himself slam down on the bed, hiding his face in a pillow, crying. He eventually fell asleep.
4 hours later..
The other Avengers arrived back at Stark Tower, all of them looking very amused. When Thor heard the doors open, he suddenly sprung up and started running to them and just started shaking Clint's shoulders. "Friend Clint! Do you know where my delicious Tarts of Pop have gone?" Clint then just pointed to a door, opened it, and out came a whole stack of Poptarts. Thor then ran to them, hugged like.. six boxes and hell, even kissed one of them.
Tony then facepalmed and said, "Note to self, must tell Thor where I keep the other Poptarts."