Thor fumbled with the device tucked in his tunic. Jane had given it to him, it was called an 'a pod' or something...

His fingers, unused to the touch screen, pressed gingerly on the glass case, and eventually brought up the home screen; a picture of him and Jane, he didn't know quite how that worked, but he was pleased with it nevertheless.

Thor noticed a small icon in the corner, with a symbol he half recognised, he clicked it and strange sounds emerged from the device, ah hah, this must be Midguardian music. Thor wondered how they managed to fit tiny people inside to play it. His brow furrowed, what was a 'milkshake'? And why did it attract males to the 'yard'? Curious Midguardians. He tried to change the song

"I grow weary of this song, another." Nothing happened.

"Hello?" Nothing.

He sighed, perhaps you have to press something, Thor fumbled about. Again. In the minutes that followed Thor managed to turn the volume up, change the symbol in the background to a playlist, and put it on something called 'shuffle'. Perhaps he should ask Loki, who had a far better grip on technology than he did. Just then the song changed. Thor grinned. He had done it. Not sure if he liked this new song, he listened for a while; it was a Midguardian talking exceedingly fast, and his words made little or no sense together. He was about to try skipping it again when he heard two words. Thor grinned; perhaps he liked this song after all. Thor put it on 'repeat'.

Later that evening someone came to his room, opening the door saying:

"Thor I-"

"STOP! HAMMER TIME!" Exclaimed Thor, accidentally letting go of Mjölnir, which he had been twirling around his head.

"What the-" There was an almighty crash.

"Damnit Thor" Loki came in, rubbing his head and brushing what appeared to be brick dust off his tunic. He glared at Thor, who was looking a little sheepish.

"Sorry brother, I did not hear you come in."

"What the fuck were you doing?" Loki was still glaring

"I believe it is known as dancing."

"Let me rephrase that, what the fuck were you doing with your hammer?"

Thor didn't have an answer to that. Loki glared, rolled his eyes and rubbed his head again.

"...What did you want?"

"Dinner is ready, I was sent to collect you." And without another word, Loki led Thor away, still muttering curses under his breath.

It was later that night when Thor was getting into bed, he felt bad about what had happened earlier, and promised to make it up to Loki somehow. He turned over and sighed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was an almighty roar as the speakers Loki had obviously installed after dinner, burst into life, screaming 'you can't touch this' at full volume, and a large bucket of mead was emptied over him from the piece of string over his bed.

Thor swore he could hear Loki giggling from his room from the other side of the palace.