Thor opened his eyes to a very confusing scene.
Now, to say that there weren't many things on Midgard that confused him would most certainly be a lie, but this one was... especially puzzling.
He was standing in front of what appeared to be one of Friend Stark's screens which had a tract of land and a swathe of ocean displayed on it, along with some swirly things that Thor supposed to be clouds. Around him, an omnipresent voice loudly announced,
"And now to Thor Odinson, with the weather; hello, Thor!"
"Hello," the Norse guard replied uncertainly. "Would you care to tell me what is going on?" A jolt of energy zapped him, but before he could retaliate his comm crackled to life. "Friend! Help me, I am in dire need!" A disgruntled huff was all that came from the other end. "Friend?"
Hulk didn't know where he was, and he didn't much care. Earlier, a strange voice had sung
"Domestics with the hulk! Today we are looking at- KNITTING!"
but now it was serenely quiet, and he was feeling calm. The rhythmic click clack of the tiny needles clutched in his oversized hands soothed him, and the steadily growing length of scarf was satisfying. So when the bug in his ear had called out with a
"Friend! Help me, I am in dire need!" he simply huffed in annoyance before pulling it out and crushing it in his palm. With it gone, he could focus on the scarf- it was pink, and it was beautiful.
The comm. went dead and Thor found himself standing awkwardly, trying to work out what to do.
"Mysterious voice?" He was zapped again. "Where are you?" Zap. "Where am I?" Zap. "What is the meaning of this?" Zap.
"So, Thor, care to tell the viewers what's going to happen along the Eastern Seaboard in the upcoming week?"
"Once you tell me what is going on!" Zap. "Who are you?" Zap. "ENOUGH OF THIS!" The god finally bellowed, losing his patience and raising Mjolnir into the air. "YOU WANTED WEATHER! YOU SHALL RECEIVE A THOUSAND YEARS OF THUNDER FOR DARING TO KIDNAP THOR ODINS-" The world went black.